Dear wonderful friends & familia-
It is with great honor & respect & even some
humility that I share with you that I have been named the NEA's 2017
Words cannot begin to express the pride & the
inspiration I feel from receiving this extraordinary distinction (& as most
of you know, I am rarely at a loss for words; usually I have a veritable
plethora & then some!).
That this group of teachers, students & union members
believe in me & in the things that I do; that so many people across the
country voted to bestow upon me this such very prestigious award; that so many
folks, so many of you- my friends, my family, my colleagues, my union, absolute
strangers- believe in me & what I have accomplished (& furthermore,
what I can continue to achieve!) is staggering to me. Truly.
But I fully realize that this is not only a validation &
a benediction of what I have done but indeed a call to arms for what I will do.
I promise to move this forward with the love, respect &
strength of character it deserves & demands.
Heart & mind both full yet wide open, eyes clear, &
as always my friends, boots on the ground...
If so inclined you can read my remarks given at the
NEA Conference on Racial & Social Justice...
Thank you. I cannot express what this means to me and the
gratitude I feel for the respect and love being shown in its giving.
Social Justice Activism is in my blood and imprinted on my soul. I was named
for a Kennedy and a King. I marched on DC in the womb and I’ve followed the
path ever since. Boots always on the ground.
I am twelve and my parents tell me that my beloved Uncle Les is gay. He
couldn’t come out until now because his father, my Poppy, wouldn’t have
understood. Now sadly my Poppy is dead but my Uncle can finally be who he has
always been.
Thirty-five years later, I meet Vincent V., a student who because of his otherness
is bullied to the extent that he must be home-schooled. I become his advocate
and his family’s partner in a difficult legal battle with his district,
resulting in that district paying for Vincent to attend our school. Safe at our
school, Vincent flourishes: finally able to realize who he is & who she has
always been. Vincent becomes Vee, now Vita, our school’s first transgender
student and she allows me the honor of helping her with that transition. Vee’s
bravery and self-realization is a gift to our entire school and our greater
community and to me personally: a concrete example of the power of outreach, an
abstract made very real. A life saved; a life realized.
An extraordinary story indeed but not uncommon in schools that allow Gay
Straight Alliances to exist. The very existence of GSAs save lives every day,
both literally and figuratively. By simply existing, these groups make kids
feel safer, more accepted and indeed more loved. Sometimes, oft-times, this is
what allows some students to get up in the morning, traverse those very
intimidating hallways & make it through their sometimes, oft-times, very
difficult days. GSA’s are not just for LGBTQI kids either, they are in no way
exclusionary, hence the word straight in the very name of the group. It’s a
safe space for all kids to listen to and to learn from each other, lend a hand
to hold or a shoulder to cry on.
Being in a GSA keeps kids off the streets, out of the hospitals, away from the
jails, safe from their own hands and even moreso, the hands of others. I forged
the first middle school GSA in New Jersey and it has since inspired similar
groups across our state, indeed across the country. GSAs are love and love is
contagious. They are a wonderful and inspiring microcosm of community-building:
kids reaching out to other kids, creating relationships and forming identities
through conversation, mutual understanding, and respect. Simply hearing and
seeing each other and simply being heard and being seen, for some of them, for
the very first time…
That’s how we learn, we grow, we understand – It is indeed Social Justice. We
can’t do it without each other, hence the “social” part.
Empathy for others, a deeper understanding of our brothers and sisters of every
color, gender (or lack thereof), religion (or lack thereof), national origin,
or physical or mental disability allows us a wonderful and unique window to the
world around us and the heart that beats within us all.
Listen.
Listen to your students. Listen to your colleagues. Listen to your friends,
your family, your community.
Listen to those you love and those you hate.
Listen to a stranger. And then…
Be a voice for the voiceless. A friend to the friendless.
Love and respect all, and if you can’t do that, you have the include them
anyway. Any movement that is not all-inclusive is not a movement at all. In
fact it is a step backward; and we have surely taken too many of those
recently.
We need to teach in the classroom, inspire in the hallways and be a force in
our communities.
It may not seem like it, but these are our times. We will persevere, we will
rise up, we will come out the other side – stronger, faster, better, with more
folks on our side and at our backs.
Hold hands, lock arms, heads up, eyes clear, hearts full and minds wide open…
Boots on the ground.
Now and always