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		<title>By: N.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:35:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Our class was very close. 40 of us started together in the 1st grade and about 20 of us graduated together. We were always very close, still are. We lost about 20 to drugs, guns, AIDS, and prisons. We all lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same pre-school. We started 1st grade with ribbons in the girl’s hair, cute suits for the boys, flowers, and the bright opportunities for everyone. When perestroika hit, our upscale neighborhood suddenly turned into the ghetto, our parents became members of various mafia organization, drugs flooded the streets, AIDS followed with the dirty needles, which covered every campus, anarchy became our mother, and vodka became our father. Desperate times call for desperate measures. We were kids, who were simply coping with mayhem -- each of us to the best we knew. My dear sweet friend, who loved theater and poetry, is doing 17 years in a high security prison with no way to get a hold of him. My desk-mate of 12 years overdosed. My close friend got beaten to death. My boyfriend was found in a plastic bag cut into pieces. All of us walked the thin line, those of us who made it through were simply more fortunate, better fit…

I believe that those of us, who are better fit (better raised, better educated, have the resources, or the finances), have the responsibility to re-direct those, who don’t know any better. Maybe they will learn their lesson, maybe not, but we cannot turn our back worrying about potential ramifications, because we do not fully understand what these people have been through and what motivated them to do what they did. We also cannot know what’s inside their hearts and deny the possibility that they made a mistake in the past and have changed since. This post reminded me of District 9. Not so much because of the apparent issues it deals with (in the most unconventional way, I must add) such as: apartheid, xenophobia, racism, blah, blah, the obvious stuff, but the philosophical meaning that I felt, underlined the whole movie: there is a very ugly side to the human nature and a very benevolent one. One, however, cannot fully understand either, until he puts himself in that person’s shoes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our class was very close. 40 of us started together in the 1st grade and about 20 of us graduated together. We were always very close, still are. We lost about 20 to drugs, guns, AIDS, and prisons. We all lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same pre-school. We started 1st grade with ribbons in the girl’s hair, cute suits for the boys, flowers, and the bright opportunities for everyone. When perestroika hit, our upscale neighborhood suddenly turned into the ghetto, our parents became members of various mafia organization, drugs flooded the streets, AIDS followed with the dirty needles, which covered every campus, anarchy became our mother, and vodka became our father. Desperate times call for desperate measures. We were kids, who were simply coping with mayhem &#8212; each of us to the best we knew. My dear sweet friend, who loved theater and poetry, is doing 17 years in a high security prison with no way to get a hold of him. My desk-mate of 12 years overdosed. My close friend got beaten to death. My boyfriend was found in a plastic bag cut into pieces. All of us walked the thin line, those of us who made it through were simply more fortunate, better fit…</p>
<p>I believe that those of us, who are better fit (better raised, better educated, have the resources, or the finances), have the responsibility to re-direct those, who don’t know any better. Maybe they will learn their lesson, maybe not, but we cannot turn our back worrying about potential ramifications, because we do not fully understand what these people have been through and what motivated them to do what they did. We also cannot know what’s inside their hearts and deny the possibility that they made a mistake in the past and have changed since. This post reminded me of District 9. Not so much because of the apparent issues it deals with (in the most unconventional way, I must add) such as: apartheid, xenophobia, racism, blah, blah, the obvious stuff, but the philosophical meaning that I felt, underlined the whole movie: there is a very ugly side to the human nature and a very benevolent one. One, however, cannot fully understand either, until he puts himself in that person’s shoes.</p>
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		<title>By: L.H. Dogfight</title>
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		<dc:creator>L.H. Dogfight</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 02:54:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks again to all for the kind words.  I will keep you posted if and when new developments arise.

Tim, I did think about the potential moral ramifications of educating these guys.  For example, one said that he wanted nothing to do with computers when I brought him into the wired classroom, and I stopped myself short of saying what I usually do when students demonstrate tech-trepidation: &quot;if you want to get a good-paying job, you&#039;re going to have to learn how to use computers at least at a basic level.&quot;  But I didn&#039;t say that because I imagined him getting connected to hate groups via the Internet.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks again to all for the kind words.  I will keep you posted if and when new developments arise.</p>
<p>Tim, I did think about the potential moral ramifications of educating these guys.  For example, one said that he wanted nothing to do with computers when I brought him into the wired classroom, and I stopped myself short of saying what I usually do when students demonstrate tech-trepidation: &#8220;if you want to get a good-paying job, you&#8217;re going to have to learn how to use computers at least at a basic level.&#8221;  But I didn&#8217;t say that because I imagined him getting connected to hate groups via the Internet.</p>
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		<title>By: Kate the Great</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 01:39:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is beautiful in feeling and articulate thought. It brings back the deepness that I love about TGW--we&#039;ve been fluffy for most of the summer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is beautiful in feeling and articulate thought. It brings back the deepness that I love about TGW&#8211;we&#8217;ve been fluffy for most of the summer.</p>
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		<title>By: Dave</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 00:22:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, that&#039;s weird about comment 2. It was in the spam queue, but it said &quot;ks&quot; so I approved it. I&#039;ll fix that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, that&#8217;s weird about comment 2. It was in the spam queue, but it said &#8220;ks&#8221; so I approved it. I&#8217;ll fix that.</p>
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		<title>By: Tim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 23:57:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So much to say and think about based on this post. I admire your ability to keep cool, LHD. I do wonder how these students would have responded had they been confronted with a racially &quot;other&quot; tutor. I wonder, too, about how those tutors might have responded. 

Moreover, do you feel just a teensy bit like you betrayed your own convictions in being so liberal as to accept these guys as &quot;regular people&quot;? I mean, I think and hope that I would have done the same thing in your shoes -- looked them in the eye, dealt with the task at hand, and done my job -- but I&#039;d also be twisting and tying myself in knots over the moral ramifications. They do deserve to have a shot at a better life. 

Having gotten out of the joint they should not have the doors to a college education automatically slammed on them. However, what their tats represent is some of the most vile, contemptible thought and action that human beings can and have mustered. Shouldn&#039;t people who display that kind of hatred on their bodies be called to account for it? 

It&#039;s not your job, of course, to do so, and you would most likely have been way out of line if you had said anything to them. At the same time, isn&#039;t it everyone&#039;s role to work against such hatred? I hope that the education you are helping to provide them is a source for real change in their lives, and cuts the hold that white supremacist ideology has had on them.

Thank you for sharing this story. I look forward to more developments.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So much to say and think about based on this post. I admire your ability to keep cool, LHD. I do wonder how these students would have responded had they been confronted with a racially &#8220;other&#8221; tutor. I wonder, too, about how those tutors might have responded. </p>
<p>Moreover, do you feel just a teensy bit like you betrayed your own convictions in being so liberal as to accept these guys as &#8220;regular people&#8221;? I mean, I think and hope that I would have done the same thing in your shoes &#8212; looked them in the eye, dealt with the task at hand, and done my job &#8212; but I&#8217;d also be twisting and tying myself in knots over the moral ramifications. They do deserve to have a shot at a better life. </p>
<p>Having gotten out of the joint they should not have the doors to a college education automatically slammed on them. However, what their tats represent is some of the most vile, contemptible thought and action that human beings can and have mustered. Shouldn&#8217;t people who display that kind of hatred on their bodies be called to account for it? </p>
<p>It&#8217;s not your job, of course, to do so, and you would most likely have been way out of line if you had said anything to them. At the same time, isn&#8217;t it everyone&#8217;s role to work against such hatred? I hope that the education you are helping to provide them is a source for real change in their lives, and cuts the hold that white supremacist ideology has had on them.</p>
<p>Thank you for sharing this story. I look forward to more developments.</p>
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