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Thursday, May 30, 2013
And they, are counting on you to accept this without flailing....by Bill Lacey
There are two certain ways to kill something in this world. The first is the most obvious, as well as easily traceable, choice. Our newspapers and electronic media splash the stories of individuals, with lowered intellect, brandishing firearms, blunt objects, vehicles and bare hands to achieve a moment of mayhem. We shake our heads and murmur something about the decay of society and struggle to finish our day, knowing full well that another such episode will yet again numb us in the future. Abel had his Cain. Caesar had his Brutus. It is a dark alley in our world.
Not all things deadly are delivered quickly, however.
Some require time to become achieve infamy. The Acushnet River didn’t become polluted overnight. Drop by drop. Fish by fish. Child by child that riverway held the secret beneath its glistening surface. And when the hotspots of PCB’s were discovered, those who were responsible for their development were long gone. You see, death sometimes takes time to realize its full potential.
Rarely does death come announced. Often it labors under the guise of something benevolent. Kindly. Knowledgeable. Sometimes it comes softly, borne with promises, smiles, outstretched hands of unity.
The result is the same.
There is this moment of understanding. Knowing. Shock, trauma, distress. People who have had near-death experiences report a wide range of images, feelings, visions. One unifying, disturbing action unites those people who were not ready to pass from this world into the next. The desire to fight for their life existence here. People will flail, lashing out against whatever, or whoever, seeks to separate them from what they find sacred. The liberty that is their life.
Over the course of three nights our sitting school committee will meet to discuss a budget problem that will spell the very death of the system you and I have labored for. It is a death that has come slowly, softly and they will ask you to believe it is not of their doing.
Months ago when the battle against Innovation Schools was in its most heated controversy, I stood before the school committee and cited Massachusetts General Law that specifically states the two prime objectives of every elected and governing school board in our Commonwealth. Those two prime objectives are the creation of systemwide policy and the fiscal oversight of the system they have sworn to serve.
In creating a single Innovation School and allowing a multi-million dollar shortfall to occur, they have failed at both prime objectives. And they did so drop by drop, child by child. In the end, it will bring a death to our system. We, who daily struggle to do more with less, will be left hundreds of colleagues short. Because of this sitting body we will experience loss, sorrow, pain and grieving.
And they, are counting on you to accept this without flailing.
And honestly, I’m concerned you might just do that…