Category Archives: Musings & Essays

Musings about science, feminism, etc., not explicitly tied to my classroom

Why do we expect less self-control from police than we do from teachers?

Recently, I got an email from one of my former teachers and colleagues. He had been shifted by the administration out of a teaching role and onto alumni relations, and was contacting me as a young alumna to talk about writing a blurb for the magazine. I made the mistake of asking why he’d switched roles, and the story he told me made me both sad and intensely uncomfortable.  A student had slammed the door to a classroom, and he’d lost his cool, slammed him up against a locker, and yelled at him. “I never hit the kid” he said, by way of explaining. He had just wanted to get the kid’s attention, throwing in the detail that the kid in question was 6’2″.  My friend never said anything about the kid’s race, but I can make a pretty good guess: he was probably black.

If you’ve never taught, you have no idea the sense of anxiety teachers have around certain subjects. When I was first taught to teach, the list of rules they had for us was extensive: always leave your window shades up, your door unlocked, preferably open. Never be alone in a room with a kid; there always needs to be a witness with you. Never hug the children.  If at all possible, try to avoid touching the children. All it takes is one accusation of impropriety, a single kid claiming that you’ve abused them, be it physical or sexual, and that’s it; your career is over.  Teachers agonize about the possibility, second-guessing how they intervene in the lives of kids who are in crisis, making sure that when we put in that extra time to support a kid who needs it that there are others in the building, nearby, witnesses to be called on just in case.

You can’t ever lose your cool as a teacher, or you’re out. Never mind that the job can be frustrating, frightening, depressing, or enraging. Never mind that, in high school at least, it’s not uncommon for students to be big enough to be a very real threat, and don’t always act in ways that are entirely safe. Teachers are public servants, and if you can’t keep your emotions in check and act like a professional, then you shouldn’t be in this profession. Period. As a teacher, you have enormous power over the children in your charge, and if you abuse that power, you are unfit to do the job. My colleague who lost his cool and shoved a black kid up against the lockers lost his job, because that kind of behavior is simply unacceptable. And you know what? That’s the right call.

But if you’re a cop? If you’re a policeman, and you lose your cool on the job and hurt an innocent kid, everyone is so very ready to forgive you. We worry about what your emotional state was at the time, whether you felt threatened, whether your use of force was justifiable. In the end, no matter how young or old the black kid is that you shoot, whether he staggered towards you or ran away, whether he had a weapon or was unarmed, whether he complied with your demands or not, whether he begged you not to kill him, whether he is a suspect in some petty crime that merits at most a small fine or is just an innocent child playing in the park…in the end, that officer is not going to go to jail. They’re not going to have a trial. Odds are, they aren’t even going to lose their job.

Is it a normal, human emotion to be afraid or angry in these circumstances? Yes, absolutely, but policework isn’t a job for every human any more than teaching is.  Police have all the power of the state’s monopoly on force behind them.  If you don’t have exceptional patience and understanding, you’re not going to last long as a teacher. Your behavior is unacceptable, and you’re going to be fired. Why do we let cops, who, like teachers, are public servants tasked with keeping our children safe, behave this way without consequence? If you can’t face a 6’2″ kid acting aggressively and follow protocol and act in the best interest of that kid, you don’t deserve to be a cop anymore than you deserve to be a teacher.  If you lack patience, if you lack empathy, or if you are easily frightened then you are not cut out to be a policeman.

The knowledge that all it would take is one mistake for me to lose my job forever frightens me, yes, but it also makes me careful, and I think that’s probably a good thing for everyone involved. So ask yourself: do you really want people in positions of power over your kids who know that whatever they do, they do free of consequence?

If you wouldn’t tolerate that in your teachers, why do you tolerate it in your police?

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Pretty girls, pockets, and possibilities: how fashion traps girls

I was ecstatic when I opened up the fedex box to find it there: all soft brown leather and brass and laces and (most importantly) pockets. I’d ordered it from an artist in Asheville, NC, a city with nearly as many skilled artisans as San Francisco but with the added benefit of fewer vegans…and hence, skilled leatherwork. It was a utility belt, and I bought it because I was sick of not having a vial or a ziplock to put the occasional interesting spider or butterfly in.

My utility belt fits the following: wallet, cellphone, chap-stick, keys, a half dozen vials of varying sizes, a few ziplocks, a knife, and two loups (16x and 10x magnefication). I could fit more in if I squeezed, but it basically amounts to the general contents of what would fit in most men’s pants. What’s important is that it’s enough for me to have the tools I need with me all the time, even if I choose to put on a pretty dress.

Click me to see the website of the awesome lady who made the belt!

Collection vials, magnifying glass, AND a pretty dress? Yes please!

Picture a child, playing on the edge of a pond, catching salamanders or tadpoles. Is the child a boy or a girl? Now, I think few in their right minds would argue that a six or seven year old girl has any less interest in capturing the local fauna than a boy, but the fact remains that it is far easier for one gender to actually do anything with that frog or lizard. If a child intends to set up an aquarium full of local organisms, watch tadpoles transform into frogs, or bring back that beautiful iridescent beetle for her bug collection, she needs something to carry them in. If our young scientist happens to shop in the women’s or girl’s aisle, then odds are she either has no pockets or pockets that exist primarily for show.

Via the excellent webcomic dumbingofage.com

Via the excellent webcomic dumbingofage.com

Can we pause to recognize how ridiculous this is? We have entire industries devoted to making purses and bags specifically because women’s clothing is intentionally designed to rob us of the ability to store our own belongings. We store our IDs, credit card, and a few twenties in our boots, or (if we’re wearing those nice strappy heels that make our calves look so shapely) shove them down our cleavage. Entire companies exist to create more convenient ways of shoving cell phones into our bras. The fashion industry would rather we shove our personal belongings under our sweaty boobs or stinky feet than give us actual pockets that work. Heaven forbid we ruin the smooth lines and perfect curves with a place to store a pocket knife.

Meanwhile, where are the little girls with magnifying glasses in their back pocket, ready to observe the trichobothria on a spider’s legs? Which of them is going to catch a honey bee in a vial and take it home to look at its pollen baskets? How are we to make young scientists out of these girls if we deny them the ability to carry the tools of science?

I don’t know what the solution to this is. I don’t know what to tell those of you who are parents of little girls aside from this: be mindful of what you buy your daughters. Girl’s clothing with pockets is rare, but it does exist. Pay attention when you’re choosing what to buy them, and whenever possible try to ensure they aren’t hobbled from the beginning.