Based on Dale Russakoff, “Schooled” (New Yorker: May 19. 2014)
In a shabby school in Newark
on the west end of town,
a kid whose dad was shot and killed
puts their pencil down
. . .
Mayor Booker took a surveillance tour
of West Newark in a van,
and Governor Chris Christie rode
along at his right hand.
It was Christie’s old home neighborhood,
where he’d frolicked as a colt
(but he’d moved to the suburbs just before
the ‘67 revolt).
Booker had a brave new plan
that on Christie he did try:
the Newark schools could be reformed
in the twinkling of an eye.
Waiting for Superman had just come out—
a flick of the opinion
that bad school performance is mainly due
to tenure and teachers’ unions.
“Let’s shut ‘em down,” Cory Booker said.
“Brutality is kind
when thousands of our innocent kids
are being left behind.
“Caution don’t feed the bulldog.
Consensus is too cute.
What’s needed is to tear out the whole
cancer at the root.
“By this bold course, we can be sure
to make our children smarter,
because, for every public school we close,
we’ll open a new charter.”
This plan was in Christie’s slugging rink;
it caused his bell to ring:
“I got maybe six votes in Newark,” he said,
“Why not do the right thing?”
Now Booker needed a donor
so those charters could be built.
He met with young Mark Zuckerberg,
and he sold him to the hilt.
Zuck had built the Facebook app
and had billions in his fist.
And now he wanted to become
a venture philanthropist.
Booker had a crystal tongue;
he sure could blow the dope:
“We’ll go from islands of excellence,” he said,
“to a hemisphere of hope.”
At Facebook, Zuck had mottos hung
as a motivational aid:
one was, MOVE FAST AND BREAK THINGS;
one was, WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WEREN’T AFRAID?
Schools were the cause on which Zuckerberg
had resolved to spend his dough.
He pledged a hundred million
on the Oprah Winfrey show.
Now Booker had his hundred mil,
so next what did he do?
He got a man named Christopher Cerf
to hire a consultant crew.
Communications, database,
HR, PR, IT:
consultants by the score were hired
at a thousand bucks per day.
Teacher eval., curriculum,
buildings, and on and on:
in a couple of years, the greater part
of Zuck’s hundred mil was gone.
A worried Zuck flew Booker out
and put him to the test:
“What metric can we use,” he asked,
“to measure your progress?
“You’re no less accountable, Booker, sir,
than that whole corrupt school district.”
And Zuck sent him home with a motivational poster:
DONE IS BETTER THAN PERFECT.
Booker finally hired a superintendent,
Cami Anderson by name:
she found herself deep in the soup,
and she was not to blame.
Charter school enrollees are kids
whose folks make an active choice—
they’re likely less at risk than those
whose folks don’t raise their voice.
As the choosers move to charter schools,
taking their funding with them,
the needier ones are left behind,
as on a ship that’s sinking.
Now with all the high palaver
and swift activity,
no one really bothered to talk
to the Newark community.
And the parents were the last to hear,
what concerned them most of all,
that more than a third of Newark’s schools
would be phased out in the fall.
And the kids would have to find new schools,
maybe miles from their homes,
and they might have to walk to school
past crack houses and slums.
And a thousand workers would forfeit
their source of livelihood.
The reform would raise poverty in Newark, NJ
without doing the kids much good.
The Principal of Central High,
Ras Baraka (Amiri’s son),
became the voice for the dissent
that brought down Booker’s plan.
“Charter schools can provide a wedge
against entrenched seniority,
but Superman’s not real,” said Ras,
“and neither’s his enemy.
“The reform is doomed, for all its show
of righteous urgency,
because it doesn’t address the root
evil, poverty.
“A delicate thing like a school reform
can’t dictate from on high—
Nobody’s going to do anything that’s going to affect my babies
without first talking to me.”
Zuck’s keeping tighter reins on his mils these days,
Chris’s dealing with that bridge jam row,
Booker’s in the US Senate,
and Ras is Mayor now.
Chris, Booker, and Zuck in Newark,
when all is said and done,
were a lot like Dubya in Iraq
or McNamara in Vietnam.
And if you want a take-away,
you can bear in mind this rule:
never let shoot-from-the-hip corporate guys
“reform” our city schools.
. . .
In a shabby school in Newark
on the west end of town,
a kid whose dad was shot and killed
puts their pencil down.