My heart is breaking; as a Tacoma Public Schools para-educator, this is the seventh day in a row that I haven’t been able to work.
I live in a comfortable, middle-class neighborhood in Northeast Tacoma. The homes in my neighborhood are filled with hard-working, well-meaning families who support their schools and their teachers with wrapping paper and cookie dough fundraisers and moral support during these frustrating times.
I guess it shouldn’t have come to my surprise this morning as I took my dog for a walk that these same families had organized a carnival-like support station for the teachers who are presently marching across the street, complete with balloons and baked goodies.
My neighbors are well-meaning and full of giving hearts, so I hope they will forgive me when I say that I don’t disapprove of this support so much as think it could be channeled into better places that would teach our kids the difference between First World problems over labor contract disputes and Third World problems that will help our children become purpose-driven world citizens when they grow up.
Our students, teachers and parents need to be reminded how fortunate they are to be living in a place with clean water and no suicide bombers. Can’t we all just take a minute to be thankful that we live in a country that allows us the freedom to disagree and spend a little time despite our differences in opinion to remember those who don’t?