appeared in Natural Life Magazine, November/December, 1994.
Going to the
moon didn’t really matter, it turned out.
I say that
from the vantage point of my six decades living on Planet Earth,
but also because of something I saw not so long ago. It was at Booker
T. Washington High School where I watched an official astronaut
– a handsome, well-built man in his prime, dressed in a silver
space suit with an air of authentic command – try to get the
attention of an auditorium full of Harlem teenagers. It was the
Board of Education’s perfect template for dramatic success –
a distinguished black man leading ignorant black kids to wisdom.
He came with every tricky device and visual aid NASA could muster,
yet the young audience ignored him completely. I heard some teachers
say, “What do you expect from ghetto kids?”, but I don’t
think that explained his failure at all. The kids instinctively
perceived this astronaut had less control over his rocket vehicle
than a bus driver has over his bus. I think they had also wordlessly
deduced that any experiments he performed were someone else’s idea.
The space agency’s hype was lost on them.
This man for
all his excellence was only some other man’s agent. The kids sensed
that his talk, too, had been written by someone else – that
he was part of what the Protestant theologian Reinhold Niebuhr called
the non-thought of received ideas. It was irrelevant whether this
astronaut understood the significance of his experiments or not.
He was only an agent, not a principal – in the same way many
school teachers are only agents retailing someone else’s orders.
This astronaut wasn’t walking his own talk but someone else’s. A
machine can do that.
It seems likely
that my Harlem kids considered going to the moon a dumb game; obviously
I didn’t verify their feelings scientifically but I knew a lot of
them didn’t have fathers or much dignity in their lives, and about
half had never eaten off a tablecloth. What was going to the moon
supposed to mean to them? If you asked me that question I couldn’t
answer it with confidence, and I had a father once upon a time…and
a tablecloth, too.
If the truth
were told, in my 30 years teaching in New York City, sometimes teaching
prosperous white kids instead of Harlem kids, sometimes a mixed
bag of middle class kids, I never hear a single student – white
or black – speak spontaneously of the U.S. space program. When
the Challenger space shuttle blew up there was a momentary flicker
of curiosity, but even that passed in an instant. Going to the moon
didn’t matter, it turned out, though the government threw 100 billion
dollars into the effort.
A lot of things
don’t matter that are supposed to; one of them is well-funded government
schools. Saying that may be considered irresponsible by people who
don’t know the difference between schooling and education, but over
100 academic studies have tried to show any compelling connection
between money and learning and not one has succeeded. Right from
the beginning schoolmen told us that money would buy results and
we all believed it. So, between 1960 and 1992 the U.S. tripled the
number of constant dollars given to schools. Yet after 12,000 hours
of government schooling one out of five Americans can’t read the
directions on a medicine bottle.
hours of compulsory training at the hands of nearly 100 government-certified
men and women, many high school graduates have no skills to trade
for an income or even any skills with which to talk to each other.
They can’t change a flat, read a book, repair a faucet, install
a light, follow directions for the use of a word processor, build
a wall, make change reliably, be alone with themselves or keep their
marriages together. The situation is considerably worse than journalists
have discerned. I know, because I lived in it for 30 years as a
Last year at
Southern Illinois University I gave a workshop in what the basic
skills of a good life are as I understand them. Toward the end of
it a young man rose in back and shouted at me: “I’m 25 years
old, I’ve lived a quarter of a century, and I don’t know how to
do anything except pass tests. If the fan belt on my car broke on
a lonely road in a snowstorm I’d freeze to death. Why have you done
this to me?”
He was right.
I was the one who did it just as much as any other teacher who takes
up the time young people need to find out what really matters. I
did it innocently and desperately, trying to make a living and keep
my dignity, but nevertheless I did it by being an agent of a system
whose purpose has little to do with what kids need to grow up right.
My critic had two college degrees it turned out, and his two degrees
were shrieking at me that going to school doesn’t matter very much
even if it gets you a good job.
do very well in schools as we’ve conceived them have much more than
their share of suicides, bad marriages, family problems, unstable
friendships, feelings of meaninglessness, addictions, failures,
heart by-passes that don’t work and general bad health. These things
are very well documented but most of us can intuit them without
any need for verification. If school is something that hurts you,
what on earth are we allowing it for?
to school matter if it uses up all the time you need to learn to
build a house? If a 15-year-old kid was allowed to go to the Shelter
Institute in Bath, Maine, he would be taught to build a beautiful
post-and-beam Cape Cod home in three weeks, with all the math and
calculations that entails; and if he stayed another three weeks
he’d learn how to install a sewer system, water, heat and electric.
If any American dream is universal, owning a home is it – but
few government schools bother teaching you how to build one. Why
is that? Everyone thinks a home matters.
to school matter if it uses up the time you need to start a business,
to learn to grow vegetables, to explore the world or make a dress?
Or if it takes away time to love your family? What matters in a
that matter in a bad life, we know, are: gaining power over others,
accumulating as much stuff as you can, getting revenge on your enemies
(who are everywhere), and drugging yourself one way or another to
forget the pain of not quite being human. School teaches most kids
how to strive for a bad life and succeeds at this so well that most
of our government machinery eventually falls into the hands of people
who themselves are living bad lives. We’re all in deep trouble because
of that. It’s the best reason I know to keep the machinery of government
just as weak and as primitive as possible as soon as we figure out
me how many graduates leave college assuming they know what matters
because they got straight “A”s. If we can believe advertisements,
what matters to these people most is the personal ownership of machinery:
blending machines, cooking machines, driving machines, picture machines,
sound machines, tooth-brushing machines, computing machines, machines
to kill insects, deliver intimacy, send messages through wires or
the naked air, entertainment machines, shooting machines, and many
more mechanical extensions of our physical self. Indirect control
over even more ambitious machine seems to matter a lot, too: flying
machines, bombing machines, heart and lung machines, voting machines,
and a great variety of other mechanical creations.
All these devices
are meant to defeat what otherwise would occur naturally if they
didn’t exist. They are all machines to beat human destiny and confer
on human beings magical powers and the reach and longevity of gods.
Do they deliver
what they promise? Is human life in a net sense better since their
advent? I can’t answer that for you, of course, but you can look
into your heart and answer the question for yourself. Someone has
apparently convinced us that what occurs naturally cannot be the
way to a good life, hence these battalions of machinery. What percentage
of your life is spent talking to machines? Buying them, mastering
them, ministering to their needs, then betraying them with ever
newer and newer machine loves?
It takes a
lot of time, but what does it take a lot of time away from? Television
has cost the average 21-year-old about 18,000 hours of time. What
would that time have gone toward otherwise? learning to build a
house? Going to government-run school takes another 15,000 hours
from the young life, 21,000 if you count going and coming and homework.
What might this time have gone toward otherwise? From the very small
amount of time remaining, machinery other than television gobbles
a great deal. What does it give back in return? Hearts-ease? Love?
Courage? Self-reliance? Friends? Dreams?
Taylor Gatto is the author of Weapons
of Mass Instruction: A Schoolteacher’s Journey through the Dark
World of Compulsory Schooling,
Underground History of American Education: A School Teacher’s Intimate
Investigation Into the Problem of Modern Schooling, and
Us Down: The Hidden Curriculum of Compulsory Schooling.
He was 1991 New York State Teacher of the Year.