Help Me Out
There is no deed more altruistic than those who give selflessly of themselves. I’m just about finished reading The Bee Eater, and this is what I assess of Michelle Rhee, and a number of others, to include the author Richard Whitmire, who assuredly as well marshals over the neglect of poor children (through his writing) not exclusively attributed to the homes and communities they come from. Schools are a part of the problem too.
Having attended schools (K-12) where enrollment was 99.98% black, coupled by my experiences with schools my children attended—mostly suburban, a few military, and fewer urban—I noted the differences, making The Bee Eater quite relatable. Only here I’m privy to the political inferences behind my limited view as well. And putting it mildly, here and there, a few of my feathers have been ruffled.
Honest to goodness, there is not a book (recent to date) where I have taken more notes. I have no idea what I plan to do with the notes, much less why I’m even taking them, but I know one thing…there’s every likelihood I’ll be whipping up several of my own books on account of this one. So don’t be surprised to hear me announcing a surge of new novels expecting a November 2011 release! Now that’s got to be some serious inspiration.
When I first started reading The Bee Eater I immediately identified with Michelle’s motivation, and drive. Even still, and this is a big hang-up of mines, I kept asking, why? And that’s not why was Michelle driven to help. That why I already knew. My why goes like this…
If someone offered you a sum of money to build homes, where you in fact hold the certificates to build homes, but then sends you off to a desert to build these homes, and sends you off without so much as a pair of scissors, why accept the task? It’s understandable you do not have the tools to take on the task under these circumstances. Your certs do not certify you to create magic. And okay, so I’m using homes where many might jump at such an opportunity if presented. Maybe I might even be among the lot, though I doubt if I could do this for long. Eventually I would get around to asking myself why?
It’s only when the homes are symbolic of children that the why then grows feathers, and wings, and takes off to another semblance. I mean, come on… Although admittedly I’m still not quite finished reading, studiously jotting down notes, I genuinely hope to understand the opposing views that will help answer the WHY?