There were some pretty stand-out comments in our last thread on education and the culture of poverty. I wanted to pull this one up from Sorn, because I thought it deserved its own post. In it, Sorn discusses how service in the military exposed him to the broader world, and gave him a better sense of precisely what is possible.
As beautiful as this comment is, I pull it up for two basic reasons. One, it's my hope that when we talk about education and social mobility, we can talk about more than simply raising test scores. Two, it's also my hope that we stop rendering these issues through a strict racial lens. . So much of this reminds me of my Dad's own reminiscences of growing up poor in Philly, and then joining the service. For sure, he left the Army somewhat embittered by his time in Vietnam. But to this day he credits the service with broadening his horizons, making him accountable and, I think he'd put it this way, making him a man.
I graduated from high school in a town of 3500 people on the
edge of the Crow Reservation. My father currently teaches science in Busby on
the Cheyenne side, I went to 4th
and 5th grade there. The biggest thing that I remember about my upbringing was
I didn't know, and still really don't know to an extent what was and is
Poverty has a way of limiting people's options, but for all of the talk about poor people and helping the disadvantaged through education the emphasis, as TNC and Cynic have so eloquently pointed out, always seems to be on test scores. There is a massive cultural component to education, and so many otherwise well-qualified and smart people never seem to escape the life I left behind not because they aren't intelligent enough, but because they don't know what is possible.
Looking back now after being ten years gone from high-school and that environment I think the cultural factors had as much to do with why I made it out and why several of my friends did not. First both my parents had college degrees. My father went to school on the Vietnam era GI bill graduating from Northen Montana College and my mother, the unreconstructed yooper got her degree in elementary education from Northern Michigan in Marquette. So that's one factor, even if I didn't know that it was possible for academics to have a direct pay off on my life I at least had some sort of an inkling of a broader world. A world that some of my friends did not.
Second the stress in my house growing up was never on formal education. It was taught from an early age that the things a person learned had real practical value in everyday life. My mother taught me how to read when I was 4 and a half, and my father used every oportunity at his disposal from changing a bicycle tire to when I wanted my first car and had to work with him to replace a piston in an old 86 chevy S-10, to teach his children how to solve open ended problems in a practical way.
However there were strange gaps in my knowledge and in my self-imposed expectations. On the one hand I knew that some people were paid to write, but until I had a brief little article published last year courtesy of this blog I never imagined it would happen to a guy like me. I knew people graduated from fancy schools, but until I actually left the army and went to a small little catholic school here in Montana I figured that the people who went to schools like that were necessarily smarter and somehow better than I was. Little by little my life has shown me that what I once thought was possible, is only a small part of what actually is possible.
I still have days where I am very happy that I'm not in jail, dead, addicted to
something, or paying child-support to a woman I don't love. There but for the
grace of god go I. It could have happened, a kid I used to spend time with when
we were growing up went to jail a few years ago for rape. My little brother's
best friend was stabbed three days before he was supposed to graduate. My best
friend in high-school who I haven't heard from in years --a person who was at
one time head and shoulders above me in intelligence, dropped-out, obtained his
GED, and is presumably working a dead end job somewhere. I haven't heard from
him in years, and it breaks my heart to think of what might have been under
different circumstances. I hope he is doing well, but we cannot however hard we
wish go back and try to re-create or change the past. No one's outcome is
determined but there are things that make success or failure significantly more
think the biggest single factor that seperates my life now from what my life could have easily been like was my decision to join the army. Both myself and my little brother joined the service right out of high-school and that has made a huge difference in the trajectory our lives have taken. For myself it was the army that taught me that I wasn't as stupid as I thought I was in relation to other people. A friend of mine who is at the university of Chicago getting a master's in middle eastern studies now, whom I met when we were both young analysts in Georgia said it best during a phone conversation a few years ago. He said "I saw some really smart people with master's degrees from really good schools who failed out of DLI (defense language institute), but I also saw people from really bad neighborhoods who had GEDs occasionally carry the highest grade in the class."