theebrandenburgs blogspear

This page is designed to share information about our struggle to gain equity for our unique children and their learning styles in a public education system that is designed primarily to teach a single type of learner, and which is increasingly sidelined by fiscal and philosophical issues that challenge the core of its collective existence. We are especially interested in unique learners, and the talented people who teach them, their families, and our shared value as human beings. We seek the end of discrimination, the end of seclusion, separation, and isolation, as well as an end to chemical and physical restraints that are commonly used to assault our children and our unique interpretations of the world.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

and the beat goes on.......

Well, as the year rounded out and the new one rolls in, we have found ourselves exactly where were were told we'd be in October, 2010. Our youngest child's program WAS changed, he has been placed in an SDC (special day class)- and he has lost all opportunities to interact with typical peers.  I know, I know. I should be grateful. I should blow smoke up  their collective asses for letting me even walk in their snail trails. We should join the rest of the people- the quivering cowards who are the saprophytic bottom feeders and wait for the next victims.......  We may be able to join the  "good Germans"- the minutia who were too afraid of what happened to the Brandenburgs being revisited onto them. We may join those too afraid to actually say anything in defense of the persecuted. Hallelujah- when it happens to someone else, we should grab our shit shovelers, birkenstocks, and pitchforks, too. Oh thank you,  Sierra Madre Elite, thank you!


Let me share a story about my son in the first grade. When he was in the first grade he had an outburst which was witnessed by the gladys kravitz cackling hen society (PTA) and which they circulated for nearly two years- long enough that it showed up in documents as current progress (!!!) and used as a justification for program removal much, much later.

The class was playing Duck Duck Goose. In the process my son miscued and raised his had to his teacher. As his 1:1 aide tried to intervene, the teacher gave specific directions to the aide to step out, and of course, my son swatted her. Big surprise.

This situation had a desired effect and outcome. It was a staged act. The teacher feigned fear, and modeled it to the students at to the fat hen society. The hens squawked, the children were scared of the 'feral' child, and the situation went down in the books as an example of his typical behavior. We, his parents, were of course to blame. The hens discussed our culture, our behavior, and our aloofness. It was, of course, all our fault.

Never mind that our child had been placed into illegal restraints for two years by their staff. Never mind that a district aid had actually kicked him. Never mind that we had to bring in a non public agency to actually teach replacement behavior to replace what the district staff had done in their ignorance and arrogance.

No one bothered to take into consideration the teacher's role in all of this. They never do. A prima donna, a Pollyanna in heels, a lipstick-smeared fashion error-nobody questioned any of it. They ignored the fact that she is also a kick-boxer with the skill to step sideways. Duh. Essentially, she orchestrated the event in order to be publicly hit and it had the desired effect.

I love that the the gladys kravitz cackling hen society keep bringing this incident up. They sit around at the beauty parlor chatting it up over tall iced mango-pear chai lattes while they text each other on their blackberries. It's certainly more clandestine than the good old fashioned pitchfork raising park meetings, but not nearly as fun. There's no danger of a unicorn knocking one's hood off at Joanie's House of Hairdos. Besides, where else can you get one of those sporty boy haircuts that are all the rage in the 'dre?



At this juncture we have come to the obvious fork in the road. School has been in session for more than 1/3 of the year. Children are segregated in special day classes, and nobody bats an eye. Its OK because those kids aren't as important as little Sunshine, Heather, Cody, and Theo. A special day class is perfect for those kids because, well, because they don't actually live here.

but I do.......


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