NOPD

When I first moved to New Orleans I heard from so many people that the cops in New Orleans were generally not the best. I have tried and continue to try to be open-minded. I know that there are many great cops working for justice in this city, but I have just continue to be let down by them. They live here…they should know how to communicate with people, maybe they have lost hope for this lost city. Here are a few examples of my disappointment…

Last year our house was broken into. My roommates lost their computers, a DVD player, and a digital camera. I was lucky – they didn’t even go into my room, but it still felt terrible. We called the police, Court and I decided to stay outside in our cars because didn’t feel comfortable going inside of our house in the dark. We waited, and waited, and waited. Eventually we couldn’t wait any longer – our friends came over and checked the house out for us. After securing all the doors and windows we went inside. We waited for three more hours. The police came, didn’t seem to have any interest in our problems, left and we never heard anything again.

One of my sweetest and quietest students told me in the middle of our grammar lesson that her mama was taken to jail. When the other students at her group looked up in surprise of her blunt comment she said in an embarrassed tone that they weren’t supposed to hear her. That she only wanted to tell me. After we agreed that we were all great at keeping secrets she seemed alright. I talked to her more in the afternoon. She told me that they busted in the door because her mom didn’t want to let them in. They shined lights in her face and put her handcuffs. “They talked to her mean, they wouldn’t let her put pants on, they took her in her nightgown.” One of her sisters tried to stop the cops and they threw her down too. All while their father jumped out the back window. She told me they were after her dad because he sells drugs. The kids somehow finished getting ready for school and made it on time for breakfast – she if she didn’t say anything, I don’t think I would have ever found out. When I hear these things (much to often) my heart breaks. Especially when it’s the sweet little kids, you just want to take them home with you. My reaction was at first anger towards her parents. How could that father leave his wife and children to deal with the cops? It is so frustrating that the dad is selling drugs…but what are the alternatives? A $6.15 minimum wage job in this broken economy? He isn’t on drugs himself, he is trying to provide for his family, he is not abusive, he is actually there – that is probably the most impressive part. I don’t know the answer, but I do know that there is absolutely no reason for the cops to put this mother and her young children through such a dramatic scene. This isn’t NYPD Blue, these are real kids who are going to have this image of their mom on the ground in her nightgown, handcuffed for the rest of their life.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning and I decide to go on a short run around the neighborhood. I went a different way than normal to check out another part of our neighborhood. I knew that it was not as nice of an area, but it was 11am, daylight, and kids and families were out enjoying the sunshine. I was running in the middle of the street, aware of my surroundings as I have learned to be in all areas of this city or any city for that matter. A cop pulled up next to me and I said Good Morning. He replied, “Do you know where you are?” I had no good response at the moment, so I just said “Yes, thank-you, I am being safe.” Both cops looked at my like I was crazy and continued on their way. I was confused. Thankful, I guess, that they were looking out for me, mad that they weren’t actually doing anything productive. My thoughts were interrupted by a few kids voices, “What did they ask you?” “Oh, they just said Good Morning.” What was I supposed to say? They were worried about my safety outside of your house. They think this is an unsafe neighborhood. They didn’t ask the kids if they knew where they were. They didn’t seem worried about their safety. I ended up running around the block about three times with the group of kids. We passed the football, they showed me how to use their long board, I let them listen to my iPod. I wished I would have had a smarter comment for the cops. Yes, I do know exactly where I am. This is my neighborhood, these are my kids.

Walking up to the office on Friday evening I saw a cop car pulled up I the parking lot. I guessed that some students were not picked up and the police were called to locate the parents. As I walked in I saw my principal, vice-principal, and secretary. Standing up by the counter were two cops with their shiny badges and chests puffed up. In the corner sat two little boys(8 and 6 years old) heads hanging down, ashamed. The adults were talking as if the students were not in the room – as if they didn’t already feel unwanted. I walked in during the middle of the conversation and tried to mind my own business – signing out and picking up papers from my box. This is what I heard.
“Do you have the paperwork to file a case?”
“Ma’am, we are cops – we file criminal cases.”
“Their mom came at 3pm and decided to leave without them.”
“Like I said, we file criminal cases.”
“And where are the kids supposed to go?”
“You will have to wait for someone to pick them up.”
“Sir, we HAVE been waiting.”
“Its not that long to wait.”
‘It is 5pm and we get off work at 3:15.”
“Well we can’t do anything with them its not like we are babysitters.”
“And neither are we, this is a school not a daycare.”
“Well you are closer than we are.”

“BUHHH” That was my reaction from the corner. I couldn’t contain it and I don’t have any idea how the leadership staff at my school kept their cool. What do these guys do? They are pretty into themselves, I could tell that just from their body language. If they only work with “criminal offenses” they better start working a little harder because this city needs some help. And do they have any idea that this is when it starts. Give these kids some hope, give them some love so that in ten years you aren’t hauling them off to jail. Stop it where you can. Care about your job, care about your city’s future, treat people with respect. Saying ma’am certainly doesn’t cover up anything. And since when is it not a crime to come to school to pick up your kids and decide you don’t want to take them home?

Something needs to change...

Barack Obama is the President of the United States of America. It is finally really sinking in. After a day of screaming GEAUXBAMA and BARACK THE VOTE, my friends and I sat down to watch the election. When the results were called I was silent. I had nothing to say. There was hooting and hollering on the porch, phone calls, and I just sat there. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Barack Obama. The first black president of the United States of America. It was a victory for our country, for civil rights, for my students, for my community. How blessed I am to witness such an event.

I believe in him and I believe that he will bring the change that he promises. Everyone has a right to believe what they want. I just hope that now that the election is come to a close, that everyone can support him and the decision that our country has made. I pray that the divisions created by the drama of this election can fall and that we can come together with great pride for our country and for our future. Our country needs change, no one can argue with that. I am excited to see how we will move forward, conquering adversity along the way.

I was brought to tears again when our school received a letter from the president elect. It arrived on November 5th to a teacher whose students had written him letters a few months ago. It was a beautiful letter. Words of encouragement of belief and of high expectations - the things I try to share with my students everyday – but this time from Barack Obama. I am going to get a copy of it and read it to my students every week – it’s a good reminder of why I am here.

“If you are walking down the right path and you're willing to keep walking, eventually you will make progress.” – Barack Obama

Much better than a devil...

My students have been writing Halloween stories, this was one of my favorites;)

I was trick-or-treating when suddenly my teacher came out like an angel. She was pretty and the boys came on her.
I said, “Miss Sullivan, why are you dressed up like an Angel?”
“Because the class said I should be an angel.”
“That’s cute.”
Then my sister came to me and said, “Let’s go, we have to go home.”
My teacher told us it was funny.
She came at my door and said, “Trick-or Treat, I’m Jalen’s teacher.”
Then my mom said, “Come in and play Wii with us.”
She said, “Wow, you have Wii?”
“Yes we do!”
We had fun, then everybody went home.
THE END

Monday, Monday...

"Miss Sullivan you can't dress up like a devil because you already are the devil"

What a great start to the week...

TURK-WASH

Last week my students laughed in my face, not in a bad way. I was laughing too. I was thinking, “Are they serious?” They were thinking that I had gone mad – totally crazy. Right now, I can’t even remember why, but we were talking about colors. One student repeated a word about three times and no matter how hard I tried I could not understand her. Finally, after about the fifth try and some explaining from her I figured it out, “Oh, the color you mean is turquoise”. This is when the laughing began. The sweet little girl giggled a little as she responded, “No, Miss Sullivan, turk-wash”.
“Turk-WASH?”
“Yeah Miss Sullivan, turk-wash, like the color of your shirt.”
“I think you mean turquoise”
More laughter.
I could hear a few students mimicking me, “turk-coy-z?” “turrkwoys?”. As I repeated, “Turk-wash?”
Eventually, we were all laughing. The dilemma wasn’t solved, it was better left just as it was.

What not to wear.

Never ever wear a dress when tropical storm force winds are in the forecast. I pulled a Marilyn Monroe….a much less sexy was more awkward Marilyn Monroe that is. Walking across campus my dress blew up and seriously covered my face. I felt the breeze on my buns. Luckily my dress has a belt at the waist or it might have flown right off. I don’t know what I would have done if my students were around, I am pretty sure for the rest of the year they would only be able to imagine me in my underwear.

Back in NOLA.

Courtney and I got up early Friday morning to begin our trek back home. It was a nice and fast drive, we were both very happy to be back and see for our own eyes that everything was really okay. When we got back our power was still out, our house roasting and our refrigerator smelling. Other than that it was just how we left it. I put my swim suit on to try to stay cool and we hit the fridge with our noses plugged and garbage bags in hand. It was so sad to throw so much stuff away, but we have to continue to remind ourselves that we are so lucky that food is all we lost...doesn't seem like such a big deal after all. That evening when I was lying on Courtney's bed trying not to move in order to stay cool our house seemed like a robot coming to life. Lights switched on, machines began to beep, the air started flowing....ahhhhh:)

We cleaned up the house, put things back on the porch and got settled in. Wilhelmina, Courtney and I went to a relaxing yoga class that was offered for free to Gustav evacuees. It was an interesting experience, one of those when I really feel a part of this community. I have felt that way a lot during this evacuation time...suddenly we all have something in common. Conversatiosns on the street and in the store flow easily, everyone seems to be much more open to talking and sharing their stories. This morning the three of us got up and went downtown to help volunteer. The busses have began to roll back into town with the evacuees who didn't have their own transportaion. And families in the city are still trying to survive without power and a very limited amount of grocery stores open! We packed up some food plates to hand out and later passed out MREs (Meals ready to eat) to those people who came by. An Army group from Kansas and Air Force New Orleans were working together on the project. Most seemed a little disinterested in our help, but after a lot of smiles they warmed up to us. We did help the line go about twice as fast. One man said all they needed was a few women to help these guys move it along...what would they do without us?

I am excited for a little bbq (or cookout as Court likes to "correct" me) we have planned for our place tonight. It should be great...good food, great friends, and no hurricanes!

Love.