Me, Us, and Them
I’m tired of telling people they’re not smart enough to have a job in America. Because when I give them an F in math, that’s what I am telling them, and their potential employers. It’s not as if, being nineteen and having failed elementary algebra, they will have to settle for the Chrysler assembly line, or go down in the coal mine, or get on at the mill. Those jobs are long gone.
Neither is it the case that they won’t get into med school, and so will have to take their second choice and go to law school; or have to make do with an engineering degree; or do their best with an associates. We’re a few steps below that. A high school diploma is as far as their abilities will take them, and they only got that because we’ve lowered the standards to keep the graduation rate up. No CNA, no CDL, no certificate in landscaping – and not because they’re lazy. Because they can’t master algebra, or even simple arithmetic, there’s no real job for them, anywhere in the US.
And what are they supposed to do? Go live in India? Not because people in India are stupid, but because all the low-skill jobs have gone to the third world. For lots of reasons the US economy doesn’t have jobs for a significant fraction of our citizens. What’s left for those? Not the Army, because they can’t pass the ASVAB. They can choose from begging, petty crime, and/or incarceration.
There are no such people? Yes, there are – people who are unable to learn enough to earn back, in America today, the price of teaching it to them. Much of literate society is insulated from them, or blind to them, willfully or otherwise. Teachers see them. Drill Sergeants see them, or used to.
Maybe this is the real reason for social promotion. Teachers get tired of sticking it to people, tired of screening for the Grand Societal HR Department, tired of enforcing standards that insulate the successful from the visible consequences of their choices. Does off-shoring do the same thing? Lets us profit from unrestrained nineteenth-century capitalism, while hiding the squalor in the third world?
Anyway, I’ll teach my students as much as I can, pass everyone who shows up and makes an effort, and wish them good luck. The meritocracy will have to look after itself.