When you stabbed her in the back?â
âWith a pencil,â offered Kirk.
âYes, thank you, Kirk, with a pencil.â
âShe didnât die,â Vanessa reminded me.
âNo, she didnât. You only wounded her. You didnât kill her. Very good.â I tried to be encouraging. âBut there seems to be some misunderstanding. You see, you must treat people as you would like to be treated even in the event that they are ignorant and donât treat you as you would like to be treated. Thatâs the tricky part. You must follow the Golden Rule even if you think they are stupid. Even if they donât follow theGolden Rule, you donât bring yourselves down to their level.â
The children now hung their heads.
âIâm sorry. I should have explained it more clearly. Perhaps it is my fault,â I suggested. A heavy silence hung.
âWeâll do better next time,â Vanessa called out brightly.
âYeah! We get it now!â said Kirk. âWeâre sorry.â
âDonât say youâre sorry to me,â I said. âIâm not the one with a pencil stuck in my back.â
The children laughed at this, reminisced briefly about the humor in seeing a pencil in someoneâs back, and began working industriously from their T.T.W.E. texts. From behind my desk, I stared at them, wondering whether to be afraid. Didnât Malcolm X say something like, âOnly those who do not understand us have reason to fearâ?
At the end of the period, I jokingly said, âMay I assign homework, or will I then need to watch my back?â
âNot you, Madame Esmé,â said Selena.
That made me feel a little better.
February 7
We just finished a unit about Native Americans. I thought it was very successful. We studied several tribes in depth, and I paid a man from the Native American Education Service to come in and give a presentation about the parallels between Native and African Americans toward the building of our nation. He brought in lots of unusual artifacts, too.
To culminate the unit we had a powwow. We painted our faces and made headdresses according to research and learned as authentic a rain dance as we could find. Ashaâs mother helped make her a really nice Native Americanâstyle vest for the occasion. It made me feel good, like Asha was interested enough to tell her mom what she was learning, and Ashaâs mom was interested enough to get involved.
We had a naming ceremony, in which we went in a circle, and someone would volunteer to give that person a name that capitalized on some positive feature. It was a very thoughtful time. JoEllen was given âGirl of Many Questions.â Donna was given âGirl with Cheeks Like Smiling Chipmunk.â Ozzie was âBoy WhoDraws Like Crazy.â Monique was âHair That Flows Like Water.â I was pleased that the children stayed encouraging in the names they gave. I wrote out each name as it was decided upon on a badge for the student to wear. Then the children named me âWoman With Many Children.â
They wore their costumes down to lunch. They were very quiet in the hall. Ms. Coil commented on this. âWhy arenât you making noise, like wild Indians?â
Tobias, line captain, looked disdainful. âWeâre Iroquois, not Comanche,â he said by way of explanation. Hearing him say that was like getting to give a perfect score on a test. I knew he got it.
Like every successful day, it seems, it ended by getting called into the office.
âI âdidâ Native Americans when I taught kindergarten,â boasted Ms. Coil.
âThatâs nice.â
âI had them dress up, too. Donât you think fifth grade is kind of old for dress-up?â
âThey were comfortable enough,â I shrugged.
âI notice by your lesson plans you didnât quiz themafter each tribe. Maybe next time, Woman With Many Children.â She read my