You’ve heard of the Philly Shrug? Whelp, here’s it is, loud and proud. In this article from Philly.com, we are regaled by a familiar tale of incompetence and waste: the School District of Philadelphia must pay people to get rid of books they bought so they don’t rot in the basement of a school they closed.
Lumbering bureaucracy leading to staggering waste, like your childhood blanket or a classic Law and Order. And nothing compliments delicious confirmation bias like scrumptious hot-takes. Oh, the armchair librarians were out and it was their goddamn Super Bowl.
Parents can take them! No, send them to the neediest schools. Make Dr. Hite hand deliver them. Wait, why not give one teacher from each school a shopping bag and let them go nuts1.
The commonality here, besides a warm heart and good nature that should really temper snark, is that none of the commentators has spent much time in a school. Go now, ask a Principal about all their extra closet space. Or shelf room. Or people to stock, inventory, maintain, and re-box in 3 months.
Go to any school that’s been around longer than 5 years, I can guarrentee they have textbooks gathering dust. Most schools have an unwritten rule that about throwing books, old computers, or anything in a dumpster. The outcry, we are told, would be worse than the rot.
Finally, someone actually talked to the closest thing we have to a teacher, SRC Chair Marge Neff. Neff explained that, as these books were purchased in the Ackerman administration, they are probably too old to be of any value.
“Oh posh!” The machine of outrage demands to be fed. Old or not, these books had to be of use. Mike Newell, who is by all accounts is a great reporter, sums up the reasoning:
Let’s start with the third premise: “Huckleberry Finn” is fantastic. “Ender’s Game” is a new classic. But our kids are far more likely to identify with Jim and Alai, and far less likely to give a damn when almost the entire library is built of dead, white men. We need diverse books; our“timeless” American curriculum looks nothing like America.
Moving on: if you need any indication that Math class needs a total makeover, I encourage you to sit through a traditional math class. If you make it (or not), read through Dan Meyer. I’m not one for the “National Crisis!” storyline, but there’s ample evidence that change has to come.
Science is static? Tell that to Kansas. Or Pluto.
The assumption is that kids are missing content. Ridiculous. Young people today have the greatest collection of human knowledge ever assembled. They don’t need books as much as they need context. They needs guides, ways to make the content real and applicable. They need adults.
The book dungeon in Bok2 was not ignored as much as it was ignorable. For all the positive energy, the outrage was more about the zeitgeist than the schools. The Philly Shrug feels good! It’s fun to scream “BLLLAAAAH CORRUPTION” because corruption and incompetence can be fixed.
Here’s another thought: What if an incredibly complex system of incredibly complex systems was serially starved for resources, meaning that people had to focus on keeping the lights on instead of distributing outdated books? That doesn’t stoke the comments section or bring in the hit counts. On the other hand, they’re not keeping nurses or FAFSA counselors in cellophane – and even if they did, I’m not sure I could fit one in a shopping bag.
You want a scandal? Bok Technical School was a successful school in a very poor community. It was closed as part of a larger plan, paid for by private philanthropy groups and hidden from the general public. This plan has been mostly abandoned, not only for political purposes but because it has been a fiscal disaster for the District. Nobody has been held accountable – in fact the people in charge of the District quietly gave themselves a raise.
Mismanagement is bad. More books would be nice. If this is a way not to talk about the private-public partnerships, almost always more beneficial to the private, that have become a de facto and de jure faction running public schools, we’re not going to help anyone.
Simple solutions to complex problems are fools gold – pretty, fun to find, and ultimate worthless.