Teaching
The paradox of education is precisely this—that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he [sic, throughout] is being educated. The purpose of education, finally, is to create in a person the ability to look at the world for himself, to make his own decisions, to say to himself this is black or this is white, to decide for himself whether there is a God in heaven or not. To ask questions of the universe, and then learn to live with those questions, is the way he achieves his own identity.
—James Baldwin
Education is the point at which we decide whether we love the world enough to assume responsibility for it and by the same token save it from that ruin which, except for renewal, except for the coming of the new and the young, would be inevitable. And education, too, is where we decide whether we love our children enough not to expel them from our world and leave them to their own devices, nor to strike from their hands their chance of undertaking something new, something unforeseen by us, but to prepare them in advance for the task of renewing a common world.
—Hannah Arendt
The end of all education should surely be service to others. We cannot seek achievement for ourselves and forget about the progress and prosperity of our community. Our ambitions must be broad enough to include the aspirations and needs of others for their sake and for our own.
—Cesar Chavez
The drama of education is always a narrative of transformation. Act I is life as we find it—the given, the known or the received, the settled and the status quo. Act II is the fireworks, the moment of upheaval and dissonance, the experience of discovery and surprise, the energy of remodeling and refashioning. Act III is the achievement of an altered angle of regard, new ways of knowing and behaving, a new way of seeing and being. Act III, of course, will necessarily be recast in some future educational encounter as a new Act I.
This is the fundamental message of the teacher: You can change your life. Wherever you’ve been, whatever you’ve done, the teacher invites you to build on all that you are, and to begin again. There is always something more to do, more to learn and know, more to experience and accomplish. You must change your life, and if you will, you can change your world.
This sense of opportunity and renewal—for individuals, for whole communities and societies—is at the heart of all teaching; it constitutes the ineffable magic drawing us back to the classroom and into the school again and again. Education, no matter where or when it takes place, enables people to become more powerfully and self-consciously alive; it embraces as principle and overarching purpose the aspiration of people to become more fully human; it impels us toward further knowledge, enlightenment, and human community, toward liberation. Education, at its best, is an enterprise that helps human beings reach the full measure of their humanity.
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April 28, 2007 at 5:01 am
Hello Bill,
You have not met me, but I am a pen-pal and friend of David’s and I just discovered your blog tonight (at 12:30 a.m. EST) while watching TWU film (your commentary section with Bernadine) and just caught that you are open to speaking with people about your experiences as an activist and thought I might “google” you to see if I could make contact with you.
Your blog is very informative and I just read a portion of “conceptions of teaching” and after becoming enlightened, reflecting on my life-less experiences of institutionalized education I enjoyed the brief bit of what I have read. I will spend more time reading in detail when I am more alert.
I just wanted to say hello and to tell you that I too am a revolutioinary soul feeling very alienated tonight (more of a common experience than not) as I went out to listen to some great 60’s and 70’s tunes by a local band and tried to engage in a typical (for me) dialogue with an interested woman (but who shared some different views…which I respect) and a guy who knows me (and I thought respected me) warned her to avoid any conversation that may be political. Both you and I know EVERYTHING is political so unless I shut up it wasn’t possible to avoid.
I am feeling a bit deflated….I just wonder if you could send me some words of comfort to keep me going until I can find my “tribe” in order to keep my revolutionary soul going in a positive direction.
I swear if I had been born earlier I know I would have known you, Bernadine, David and other committed and passioinate activists personally. I don’t know what that means….I just felt like saying that.
I hope you will look at my web blog and if you have any words of support or comments I would appreciate hearing them. I look forward to seeing David at least a couple times on my adventure north this summer and to meeting some very effective mentors who can help me take my activism to a higher level. In the words of courageously dedicated activists before me…..I am committed to the struggle ahead.
Peace,
Mindy Stone
Serendipity Fair Trade
Melbourne, FL
January 10, 2008 at 8:31 pm
César Chávez me mola… lo encuentro afín a mí.
Yo no soy nadie. Soy maestra. Ni siquiera soy activista más que en mi propia aula. Activista en el sentido de que actúo allí.
En fin, un coleguilla me ha mandado esta web y la he leído toda, con mi inglés suficiente (un cinco pelao) pero me ha gustado. Me da que que soy una especie de traducción de él. Me ha dado coba para pensar- cosa que me encanta- y para repensar mis acciones del aula. Las cuales retransmito si queréis. Estilo diario de maestra, mejor no me apetece escribir. Mejor dicho, no sé hacerlo de otro modo Si es así, seguid leyendo, sino dejadlo ya. El tema general sería que me parece que con estas charlas intento-¿qué os parece a vosotros?- animarles a vivir plenamente, a ser felices siendo subjetivos y consecuentes en general con su mundo.
Éste es el tipo de discurso que puedo soltar en clase. A estos nanos les encanta que les pegue charlitas. Entonces me escuchan más atentos que con las lecciones “del libro”. Pero no abuso de mi punto de vista, sólo les presento divergencias de opiniones. Me gusta escucharles a mi vez. Son interesantísimos. Así que yo sigo averiguando, cuando no son sinceros, no les escucho, no me interesa. Quiero que se averiguen ellos. Que se escuchen hablar. Ése es el “mi modelo” …
[retransmisión, como cuando estaba el mueble pakyete allí.]
“…Vamos a ver…yo lo que espero de vosotros es tener la
tranquilidad de no tener que pediros que hagáis nada. Confiar
en que seréis conscientes y genuinos en vuestras formas de
proceder. Consecuentemente y a sabiendas de que sabéis - valga
la redundancia- lo que debéis hacer para hacer lo que queréis.
Aprended de vosotros mismos.
Conoceros lo suficiente para saber hacer lo que de verdad
deseáis. Siendo esto lo más razonable que podréis llegar a
hacer siempre en este mundo. ”
O bien, y en consonancia a esto:
“El mundo en el que vivís lo conforman las personas que en
él viven.
“En l’ocurence” ,vosotros y yo, nosotros formamos nuestro mundo.
En él siempre hay algo que hacer, que mejorar, que aprender… Vuestra
observación conformará el grado de interés o cumplimiento que tendréis con este
mundo que es el vuestro también.
El desenlace de vuestras acciones las viviréis vosotros, y
yo … pero no experimentaréis aquel de las de vuestros nietos.
Para entonces vosotros ya no perteneceréis a este mundo. Y esto es lo triste, ni
yo, snif!
Digo “snif!” porque es una pena que esto tenga que
acabar. La vida es muy chula y muy bonita a veces, sabéis. ¿No?
… Se viven experiencias impresionantes. ¿Os lo pasáis bien vosotros aquí?… ”
(y sigue) De deber les pondré que contabilicen sus sonrisas, tipo: Pregunta de examen o actividad para clase:
“¿cuántas veces os reís al día? -miro el reloj y digo- Mirad, son las tantas y tantos
minutos. Durante estos próximos 5 minutos, váis a anotar un palito todas las veces
que os riáis. Los sumaremos al final cuando acabe el tiempo. Y luego lo comentamos.
¿Vale? ¿ Empezamos? A la de una , a la de dos, a la de “¡Tiempo!”——
observar———”
Y lo dejo que ha llegado mi pareja y quiero tener tiempo para él. Ciâo!
April 1, 2008 at 10:35 am
Dear Dr. Ayers,
My name is Walker Rice, and I am a 44 year old graduate student at Brooklyn College in my first semester. I am new to formal education (although I have taught adult ESL to new Americans on a volunteer basis for several years, and largely working from instinct), having spent the last 24 years in professional theater and film production.
As part of my course work in pedagogical history and philosophy, I have been reading your book, To Teach: the journey of a teacher, and have been very impressed with the philosophy you present in the work. I look forward to applying your methodology next year as I begin student teaching.
I am currently doing research on Leo Tolstoy and his Yasnaya Polyana school.
In reviewing Tolstoy’s work on the school, I recognize certain similarities with the cases you have presented, particularly in Chapter 3, Creating an Environment for Learning. Is it fair to say that Tolstoy’s pedagogical work may have been an influence in your own approach to teaching, and if so, how would you describe that influence?
Sincerely,
Walker Rice
April 17, 2008 at 10:03 pm
How far in the past were the days at Glen Ellyn Jr. High? At least 2 lifetimes, by my judgement, yet I can still remember “Willie Ayers” student council member, football player, and one of the “cooler” kids in our class. Before today, the last time I heard anything of Bill Ayers was when his picture hung in the post office after I had returned from Viet Nam. Many, many times I wondered what his life was like from that point on, if he had to leave the U.S. or whether he lived quietly under the radar? That wouldn’t have been much like him though. And now he rises again to the forefront! I doubt if his many memories will reach back to those days, but none the less, Hi Willie!!! Randy Jordan
April 20, 2008 at 12:19 am
Dear Bill,
It was very strange to see your name in the paper the other day as I am preparing to renter the teaching world. My children are aboth in all day school. I got my feet wet this year substitute teaching and I am now ready to dive in and put all my teachings back into action. I have been going through my files and am so thankful for my opportunities with the alternative program. Anyway, just wanted to say hi and thanks for being a great teacher.
Do you ever hear from Pat?
Theresa
April 24, 2008 at 2:42 pm
Thank God I went to school and was graduated from college in 1968. I received an education. Your influence is despicable.
May 3, 2008 at 3:13 am
I’m thankful that I had rational parents who believed the purpose of education was to teach me to think! The subtle - and not-so-subtle - communist indoctrination you advocate in education is vile. A rational, critically thinking student or teacher will see right through you. You are a terrorist and you justify your ethics of altruism with moral-relativism and self-sacrifice. I have one question for you… Who is John Gault?
May 6, 2008 at 1:43 am
VIVA AYN RAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!