Isegoria

Former public school teacher John Taylor Gatto is out to change the system. “I’m a Saboteur,” he says, and here’s why:

There were two experiences that changed my life. One took place in a school in Harlem on 120th Street. I tended to favor subbing in Harlem because they were so desperate just to get bodies in there that I was pretty sure that they wouldn’t check the records. I was assigned to teach a Spanish course. I knew a couple-hundred words of Spanish, so I figured that I could fake it pretty well. I got in there and asked the kids if they knew how to tell time. I assumed that they did, and I thought we could review it. But they said no, they didn’t know how to tell time. I said, “I can teach you how to tell time in this one class period, and you’ll know it forever.” So I did that. You get five classes a day as a sub, and by the third class, I got summoned to the principal’s office. Some assistant principal began to scream at me. Her face turned a deep purple red. “How dare you do this! You have destroyed the entire curriculum for the month of June. I have no idea how I will explain to the teacher when she comes back,” she said. “But I’ll tell you this: You will never be hired at this school again!” At first, I thought I was locked up with a lunatic. Then, the more I reflected on this odd situation, the more I realized that this was the attitude in all subject areas. They expected so little of these kids that it was easy to communicate the whole curriculum for the month of June in 15 minutes.

The second life-changing experience came at a school on 103rd or 104th Street and Columbus Avenue. I was assigned as a sub in a third-grade remedial reading class — an easy assignment. You could write stuff on the board, pass out worksheets, and then sit there and read the Daily News. A little girl named Milagros Maldonado came up to the desk and said, “I don’t need to do this. I already know how to read.” All I wanted to do was finish the day, but I said to her, “Well, you know, these things are done by people older than you who are looking out for your own best interest, and they think you’re better off here.” And she said, “No, I can read anything.”

There was a reader on the teacher’s desk, and she grabbed the reader and said, “Ask me to read anything.” I cracked it open to a story called “The Devil and Daniel Webster,” which is an extremely difficult piece of American Victorian prose. And she read it without batting an eyelash. I said to her, “You know, sometimes, Milagros, mistakes are made. I’ll speak to the principal.” I walked into the principal’s office and the woman began shrieking at me, saying, “I’m not in the habit of taking instruction from a substitute teacher.” I said, “I’m not telling you what to do. It’s just that this little girl can read.” And she said something to me that, at my dying moment, I’ll still remember. She said, “Mr. Gatto, you have no idea how clever these low-achieving children are. They will memorize a story so that it looks as if they know how to read it.” Talk about an Alice in Wonderland world! If that little girl had memorized “The Devil and Daniel Webster,” then we want her in national politics! The principal said, “I will come in and show you.” After school, she came in and put Milagros through her paces. The little girl did well. Then she told Milagros, “We will transfer you.” And when Milagros left, the principal said to me, “You will never be hired at this school again.”

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