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Why Tony Bennett renewed my interest in education and numbers
Reading theĀ emailsĀ between then Indiana schools chief Tony Bennett and his staff is fascinating, frustrating, and harrowing as someone who cares about the feasibility of reliably rating and rewarding or punishing schools. But it is also terrifyingly recognizable.
Regardless of what side you take in the debates about accountability and reform, this whole episode reveals a broader challenge in education policy: the undue trust we have in numbers. On average, policy makers have adopted the concept of data-driven reforms, but are still coming to terms with the subjectivity of quantitative measures.Ā
Data is always chosen, churned through analysis, highlighted and interpreted to serve a purpose. When a researcher or an advocate condenses their nuanced assumptions and their understanding of value into a single sentence, it becomes dogma. If instead, it coalesces to a single numberāor letter gradeāit becomes a fact.Ā
These great posts on the situationĀ discuss the many challenges of boiling a system as complex as a school down to a single grade. This, from Mike Petrilli, rang especially true for me:
Yet weāve never been good at explaining to the public that a school rating (whether AāF or anything else) is the sum of a multitude of judgments about what makes for successful (or failing) schools. For instance: How much should the attainment of a particular performance level (like āproficientā or ācollege readyā) count, versus studentsā progress over the course of the year? Which subjects are included in the measure? Are they weighted equally? Should all studentsā scores count the same, or should we put greater stress on those of the lowest-performing kids? What about high-performers? What role should the size of a schoolās achievement gap play, and how should we measure that? Should the performance of students with cognitive disabilities count? Children who are new to the country and canāt yet speak (or read) English? What about graduation rates, or attendance data, or other indicators? And, quite relevant in this case: If a school spans the elementary, middle, and high school grades, should it get one grade or three?
Decisions about how to weigh these considerations are inseparable from experience and subjective value judgments (though, to be fair, the experience of receiving a campaign contribution should be easier to remove from the calibration). From the beginning, I imagine the goal was to create a system that measured schools against the success Bennett had seen or thought he saw at Christel House.
Still, the frantic last minute recalibration on display in the emails from Indiana are troubling to read, particularly given that political donations are impossible to extricate from Bennettās reluctance to revise any of his assumptions in the face of results. But this sort of recalibration, squaring prior understanding of what makes a good school with the data that can prove it is a good school, is kind of how models get made. Itās hard not to wonder whether anyone would pay much attention to this story had the model not betrayed Bennett at the last minute.
As research and as politics, the scramble to change a C to an A comes off as devoid of integrity. But anyone whoās ever built something they believe in knows how hard it is to wait for success to be proven in a reproducible trial.Ā Ā While weāre still human, itās worth remembering that we made the numbers, too.
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I finished Jonathan Kozolās book Savage Inequalities the other day and my mind keeps returning to it. So much of the book is a brutal, seemingly endless litany of indicting descriptions of the absolute inadequacy of schools serving poor, non-white urban populations. The interviews he recounts took place in the early 1990s. Twenty years later, reading the book, the question rang through my head again and againāis it all still this bad?Ā
And then I came to the last few chapters, and realized that even if the details--the specific schools and the specific needs, the names and neighborhoods--even if these have changed with time, the underlying truth persists. The American education system as it currently stands is buttressed, implicitly or explicitly, by a rejection of actual equality among our children as achievable or even really desirable.Ā
What so many people are asking for is in fact "something close enough to equity to silence criticism by approximating justice, but far enough from equity to guarantee the benefits enjoyed by privilege."
Reading Kozol forced me to confront the seeming rationality that a little inequality is okay, that itās perfectly reasonable for everyone to want the best for their kids, even at the expense of other peopleās kids. It is not wrong for parents to want that. It is not wrong for individuals to give their children everything they can. What is wrong, is when the political and social institution of the education system proves rigged and reliably unfair. What is wrong is when we collectively and quietly accept that itās okay if the kids of the rich and powerful and vocal are trained to lead, and the kids of the impoverished and overlooked and voiceless are given enough.Ā A good enough education for what, Kozol asks and answers.
What is now encompassed by one word (āschoolā) are two very different kinds of institutions that, in function, finance and intention, serve entirely different roles. Both are needed for our nationās governance. But children in one set of schools are educated to be governors; children in the other set of schools are trained for being governed. The former are given the imaginative range to mobilize ideas for economic growth; the latter are provided with the discipline to do the narrow tasks the first group will prescribe.Ā
Even if it is better then, the most deeply problematic and structural piece of his argument is true. You would have to be fooling yourself to say that we've moved beyond this system and this way of thinking.Ā
I'm left imagining what a change it would be if the implicit assumption that rich children will amount to more than poor ones were gone. We are so stuck in "how it is" that we have not even really allowed ourselves to dream of a school system run on absolute equity. We have not really allowed ourselves to envision promising each young American the same shot at becoming a leader. Our dreams for "others" are still only for 70 percent of what we feel our own kids deserve. The savageness in American schools is, at heart, the inequality of expectation that informs decisions about funding and governance, clouds the ambitions of many, and robs us all of our potential.
So the question is not whether all the little things are better, but maybe, are we better?Ā
The Newtown shooting keeps rattling its way through my head. I feel weepy and disgusted by anything I could be doing right now. The intensity of the feeling feels like it doesn't match when the rest of the world felt their feelings; I'm not sure why I didn't internalize too much at first and just seem to be getting more and more upset.Ā
I felt strange before, about everyone's need to post on Twitter and Facebook about how they felt. I kept thinking, isn't there enough already said? Doesn't everyone just feel the same awful? But I'm seeing now, we write and we share and we discuss our shock and grief at collective tragedies because it makes us feel better, but also because the parts of ourselves that shake and twinge in these moments are fundamental. The promises broken were the foundations of how we go through our day-to-day. Without them, with the potential for chaos where there was monotony, who are we?
Ā For me, what I see is this: we are allĀ parents. AsĀ adults, whether we choose that responsibility, choose to have our own children, or not, we are all parents. they are all our children. We have a collective genetic pull towards each other, as a society, as a people. We have an obligation to raise and protect our children, because its all that will be left of us someday -- the memory that the generations after us carry of what kind of world we gave them and what was done to them. We are who we will be to them.
Ā Wherever we go from here in the coming days and years, be it on gun violence or mental health or our schools, in the day to day choices we will return to making, I hope we continue to share the responsibility of guardianship over them. All of them. All of us.
What I Saw in Virginia, Why I'm Going Back Tomorrow, and Why You Should Join Me
After the past few weeks of increasing feelings of uselessness and compulsively tracking any and everything Nate Silver and Andrew Sullivan have to tell me about the election, I decided I had to get out of my house and out of the District.
On Friday night I boarded one of a few dozen minivans carrying Obama campaign volunteers from D.C. to the Hampton Roads area in Virginia to knock on doors of supporters; part of the seemingly chaotic but deeply impressive organizational behemoth that is Obamaās final push to Get Out The Vote. I have never really canvassed before, and felt almost as wary about it as I felt anxious and guilty about doing nothing. In many ways, before this weekend, I saw canvassing as wandering onto strangersā property and telling them what to think and what to doāand I had a hard time seeing exactly how it mattered.
If that sounds familiar to you, I urge you to take the day off of work or school tomorrow and volunteer (after you vote, of course!). I canāt overstate how much I enjoyed talking to voters, providing them with the information they need to get to the polls. People that I spoke toāboth in suburban neighborhoods and in Section 8 housingāwere by and large, excited to support the President, but many didnāt know when the polls opened or closed, didnāt know what forms of ID to bring, and didnāt know the campaign could offer them a ride on Tuesday. One Virginia voter learned that he had the right to vote for a Senator as well as the President.
Meanwhile, campaigns of voter intimidation and misinformation are spreading blatant lies about the voting process including telling voters that checking the box to vote for the Democratic Party down the ticket will cancel out their vote for Obama, and calling elderly minority voters telling them they can vote over the phone. I have no idea whether these are the efforts of individuals or part of the GOP campaign strategy. But even worse than this jaded and abominable tactic are the stories from Florida and Ohio where government officials whose job is to serve the public are seemingly deliberately making it burdensome to vote.
If everyone votes, and Romney wins, I can accept that as a mandate from a country where most people disagree with me, but I canāt stand the idea of an election that was won by limiting the rights of votersāparticularly the very voters who have the least ability to influence policy outside of the election cycle.
There are two things in public policy that I firmly believe should be equal in the strictest sense: education (which I will get to after Tuesday) and voting rights. Residents have the ability to choose more or less taxes, more or less transportation funding, more or less social services spending based on where they live and who they vote for, but every eligible voter in the United States has the exact same right and deserves the exact same opportunity to cast their vote.
Regardless of what happens on Tuesday, Obamaās GOTV campaign is, in and of itself, an amazing public service. I know I will feel better for having been a part of something this week in Virginia that not only has the potential to impact the outcome of the election, but that expanded the voice of Americans.
Iām taking the day off work tomorrow to go back to Virginia. Want to come along? Check out http://ofa.bo/GOTV to sign up!
I've beenĀ having a hard time focusing on anything today after last nightās debateāwhich felt like a painfully one-sided boxing match where the loser never quite falls but never stops taking blows to the face and the bell just never rings. I woke up feeling depressed and disgusted and need to put a finger on why.
Itās Mitt
The clearest answer is the total repulsion I feel for Mitt Romney, summed up by the refrain that ran through my head near-ceaselessly throughout the debate. He is, and always has been, nothing but aĀ bully.
He came off last night sounding reasonable and in control, and while he lied and flagrantly reversed himself in order to do so, he did it skillfully. He has had a lifetime of practice at bullying people into giving him what he wants. The true art of bullies is that they make you feel like they are right and reasonable, and you and your concerns are trivial (look at you, entitled to food) and make you look like you canāt hack it or take a joke. He bullied Lehrer from the startāeven to the point of telling Lehrer to his face that as president he Romney would cut funding to his employer, PBS. And it worked, he got more time out of it, but he also got to be the alpha-male all night long. He bullied Obama by retreating from plans heās been touting for months, and seizing on the Presidentās seemingly total inability to defend himselfāIāll get to that in a momentāand redoubling his pummeling of lies.
Bullies care, above all, about themselves and their own power. This is the only thing Iāve ever seen Mitt Romney care about and it troubles me deeply. Some of the policies he now apparently seemed to support seem not so bad, but how can you trust a man who only wants more for himself to fulfill any promises? If elected, he will cave over and over again to those in position to give him the next ego boost of an achievement. I have never once gotten the impression from him that he wants to be president because he has a vision for the country, or feels this is his civic duty. The 47 percent video, his and Annās āyou peopleā attitude to the country, and even this self-satisfied performance prove this to me more than ever. Itās all about personal winning to him, itās hollow, and it makes my stomach churn that he potentially won over voters last night.
But even more, itās Obama
None of this would be an issue, though, if Obama had showed up to the debate last night. What made his 2008 campaign so powerful was that it was pure civic duty. Last night he looked like a man exhausted of being a public servant, exhausted of being in a rigged system (the debates rules, the asshole Congress, the super PACs), who just wanted to go home. It was the most unsatisfying thing in the world to watch, and in the moment felt like a total disaster. He depressingly rolled over, lacked passion, was distant, all of the most unappealing aspects of himself. It would have been possible to expose what Romney was doing and make him look like a fool,Ā if the President had showed up last night ready to fight or really call him out. Maybe he didnāt want to and wasnāt planning to do either of those things. But he still lost.
So what would have worked? Everyone who has consumed pop culture knows there are a few established ways to deal with a bully:
Ignore him: This is what happened last night. Itās what kind adults in movies tell you to do. Continue to treat others with respect, keep the moral high ground, if you donāt rise to his taunting it will be less fun for him, he will seem petty and mean, and you will walk away intact and elevated. This is how Obama naturally behaves. He is incredibly calm and thoughtful, and prefers to wait for his opponents to make themselves look silly. I think part of his weakness last night was relying too heavily on this as a tactic that will work. I still think itās possible that there is a long game to this, that as we get to debates 2 and 3, if Romney is still manic, aggressive, and shifty it could easily blow up in his face. But, for that to happen Obama needs to get back a sense of utter confidence and control. The whole idea behind the ignore him tactic is that it stops being gratifying to tease someone who reallyĀ doesn'tĀ care what you think about them and projects themselves as strong regardless of your taunts. None of this works if you are stuttering, unsure, apologetic, and willingly cede points to the opponent. If Obama wants to keep this strategy going heĀ hasĀ to believe and convey that he is in charge, he isāin factāthe President, and he is the only viable leader for the country.
Bitch about the rules: There are a number of totally valid things to complain about this morning. And Obamaās supporters are going through all of them. The replacement-ref moderation. The lack of structure. The fact that the President has a real job, as President, where he manages international crises and makes actual policies and has less time and energy to hole up and do debate practice. The fact that Romney lied about a lot of things and can defend shifting imaginary policies. The fact that heās out of practice. But complaining about how Romney did better in an unfair system comes off as nothing but weak and it is exactly the kind of complaining that bullies seize on.
Get your big brother to beat him up: This is what happened during Clintonās speech at the DNC. It was satisfying to watch, but presents its own problems. One day, sometime later, you find yourself alone on the walk home and the bullyās black eye is almost healed, and his ego is hurting, and thatās all bad news for you. Obamaās attempts at Clintonās graceful math came off as very āwhereās your older brother nowā to me.
Take karate lessons: Sometimes your mom is wrong. Sometimes the teacher canāt stop it because heās a little afraid of the bully too. Sometimes, Mr. President, you need to fight back. This is what needs to happen in the next few weeksāObama needs to learn how to not get pushed around. Be ready and when the time comes, use the bullyās own brute force against him. Deliver a strong hit once, and never have to do it again. Donāt seek out the fight, but be ready to win it when it comes again. This is what I will be waiting for.Ā
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Why I felt terrible about Obama inviting me to his birthday party:
Several weeks ago I composed, saved a draft of, and never posted a tweet that went something like: "look Obama, I like you and all, but when did Yes, We Can become Come to my Birthday, Please!"
Why did I feel strongly enough to write it, and conflicted enough to not want to put it out in the world? Ā In that moment, I felt--but couldn't quite explain--all of the complex feelings I've been running through this election season.Ā
A few days ago, Brian WIlliams told John Stewart why there are no grand speechesĀ (5:51). I know that somewhere in an office, over many days and nights, a group of the best political strategists and communications professionals came together and decided that there was a way for the President to win his re-election, in spite of massive fundraising challenges from conservative groups, and that it was based on a message of a clear choice, a division, we are not them.
There is nothing original about my discomfort with the movement from famously saying, Ā "there is not a liberal America and a conservative America ā there is the United States of America" to then rolling out a calculated strategy. That feeling is tantamount to a cheap trope at this point.Ā
But here I am feeling like a teenage girl with a bad boyfriend, wringing little hands wondering if he really meant all those nice things, trying not to be duped, but unable to let go of the feeling, the belief, that this - this is special.Ā
When it comes to policy choices, there is no doubt in my mind that I side with the President. Beyond that, I feel deeply distrustful of the role that money has played in Romney's campaign. Even if he is a reasonable man, with smart ideas about how to fix things, how can I expect him to be anything but a puppet for the men who bought him? Ā And further still, I'm not really sure why Mitt Romney wants to be president anyway, other than the overachiever's pathology; that it's the only thing left in his life to achieve. This is all to say, that I get the Obama campaign's strategy. My vote is not up for grabs and everyone knows it.Ā
But maybe there is a miscalculation. Even if my vote is on lock, my energy, the full weight of my efforts to tell friends unabashedly, "I believe that a better America is right around the corner", that sort of faith is fragile. So I'm asking for five minutes, a few paragraphs, a small reassurance. It feels overly emotional, odd, to be so needy, but then I reread the grand speeches.
January 8, 2008 - after losing in the New Hampshire primary:
We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can withstand the power of millions of voices calling for change.
We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics who will only grow louder and more dissonant in the weeks to come. We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope. For when we have faced down impossible odds; when we've been told that we're not ready, or that we shouldn't try, or that we can't, generations of Americans have responded with a simple creed that sums up the spirit of a people.
Yes, we can.
And a few weeks later in South Carolina:
It's the politics that uses religion as a wedge and patriotism as a bludgeon, a politics that tells us that we have to think, act and even vote within the confines of the categories that supposedly define us, the assumption that young people are apathetic, the assumption that Republicans won't cross over, the assumption that the wealthy care nothing for the poor and that the poor don't vote, the assumption that African-Americans can't support the white candidate, whites can't support the African-American candidate, blacks and Latinos cannot come together.
We are here tonight to say that that is not the America we believe in....
....I saw what America is and I believe in what this country can be. That is the country I see. That is the country you see. But now it is up to us to help the entire nation embrace this vision.
Because in the end, we're not just against the ingrained and destructive habits of Washington, we're also struggling with our own doubts, our own fears, our own cynicism.
Mr. President, you made this personal a long time ago. Somewhere in my subconscious mind, when I think about you, I think about the pieces of myself and my country (you made me believe I have a country, remember?) that strive to be better. You made this about something bigger, and you said the road would be long, and the cynics would be loud. I need five minutes to be reminded that we are in the struggling depths of a great moment, that visions of the future are not easily realized, that there is still nothing false about hope.
Without that, I will still vote for you, butĀ forgive me if I'm just not that excited about your birthday.
@niajnarak here has been pushing me to explain why voter id laws are so abhorrant to me. Who doesn't have an ID? What do you carry in your wallet if not some kind of ID?
I found myself spitting back the party line about the disproportionate numbers of already disenfranchised groups that fall into that category -- minorities, the poor, the elderly, students. I gave the examples I could think of: the old lady who loses her wallet and is too tired for the DMV, poor kids who don't drive. They are still citizens with the right to vote. The laws are still driven by the seemingly sole purpose of winning by exclusion, and the principle is enough for me to form my opinion.
But, I wanted to answer his questions. Who does this really affect? I quickly came across this piece by Nate Silver that answers, some people but not that many.
With that said, there is also not necessarily a reason to think that the laws would reduce turnout byĀ moreĀ than a couple of percentage points. Itās important to keep the following in mind:
The vast majority of adults do have some sort of identification.
Many people who do not have identification are not registered to vote ā or if they are registered, they are unlikely to turn out.
The laws may be inconsistently enforced by thousands and thousands of poll workers at the precinct level.
In many cases, voters without proper identification can cast a provisional ballot, which could eventually be counted in the event of a vote-counting dispute.
The campaigns have an opportunity to educate their voters about ID requirements as part of their turnout operations.
All in all, literature estimates that the strongest voter ID laws decrease turnout by one or two percentage points, probably mostly Democrats. In a close election, that can matter, but what's really caught me in all of this is that second bullet.
Many people who do not have identification are not registered to vote ā or if they are registered, they are unlikely to turn out.
These laws that are getting me so up in arms are just codifying what's already true. In 2008, what I felt so elated to be a part of, what felt historic, was the broadening of the democratic process. People who never even wanted to register to vote, never thought that it mattered either way, felt inspired to participate.
Voting is absurd. It feels absurd to show up at a random building, wait in a line, punch a hole in a card or write a name on a piece of paper, trust that it's counted, and believe the country is in fact a collection of individuals -- that your individual behavior matters. And then there's the electoral college to make you feel like you matter even less. What a fascinating game: when everyone feels like they need to vote, it's a landslide; when people start tapping out, it gets close.Ā
Voter ID laws--as they are being passed--are abhorrent because the point is to convince those most likely to tap out that they don't belong anyway.
But beyond ideology, maybe those 2 percentage points can be more than offset. There's a profound opportunity to do mass education about registration requirements, potentially engaging new voters in the process. And these laws make people like me a little bit angrier and more involved than I would have been if Republicans looking to deliver the White House had just stuck to their old tactic of letting apathy fester and grow on its own. Maybe this is all is an unintended gift to Democrats.
Assuming the campaign itself isn't too apathetic....but that's another day.
I will admit it--I am racked by vanity. I am perpetually ransacked by my relentless judgments of myself and others--a feelingly endless process of ranking and reassessing. I am deeply proud of my accomplishments. And yet, Iāve spent most of my life trying to come in second, and mostly accepting it when thatās where I wind up. And whatās wrong with second anyway?Ā
A friend of mine once said, āYou miss 90 percent of the shots you donāt take,ā and I think thatās actually right. What sheās got on Wayne and the original is this ā you do get some freebies. You can get to a certain point without really trying, based on the level of skill you have, and the kindness of others, and luck. And then when you get there, you pull a modest face and move on.Ā
I want to say here, and to publish; I have felt myself tangential to something great for a long time. But putting the words to paper is embarrassing and terrifying. What will people say?Ā
Itās the same deteriorating question Iāve thrown around every time I donāt quite try. What will people say? What if people see me trying, see through me, and it turns out I was never on the edge of greatness at all? What if at the end of it, I find out that Iām hollow and everyone who put energy into me, all that Iāve been given, was wasted? If I wasn't trying, I canāt ever have failed.
And so Iāve spent most of my life trying to try as hard as I could before it looked like I was trying. And there were those days, ridiculously all of a sudden planting potatoes in the fields outside San Andres de Giles, where I just failed and failed again, and outside of the world of grades and performance reviews and job applications, I understood that I would never feel anything and never grow if I couldnāt just fail. I saw that the number of things I am capable of enjoying and experiencing would exponentially shrink if I was afraid to not be any good. Ā
That's exactly why I feel like I should stand up and say this. I'm betting that this is a feeling that's real. That the human-ness of feeling the way I do outweighs the perceived arrogance of portraying it in public. At least, I hope that's true. I want to create great things in the world. I'm trying. There it is. Now hold me to it.Ā
What is it that I've felt unable to say?Ā This idea of trying for second is just one--an unusually personal one--of the questions that bug me, that I sometimes feel I have no authority to speak on, and that I plan to write about here. I'll be working through the ideas that I think matter, with a goal of occasional failure or gaffe, and occasional exaltant moment. These may be well researched points, or just thoughts that get stuck in my chest.
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