It was probably about half-and-half at that point. Because the kids were
being drawn from what would now be, used to be Eastend school, Club
Boulevard School and North Durham School. So we had a pretty—I don't
even remember now what the percentage was but I do know it was probably
like half-and-half. But it was really hard for the kids that had
formerly been at Eastend, which would be the black students, being there
and didn't particularly want to be. The white students who had come from
probably come from Club Boulevard and had these other people in there
and didn't know, didn't want them there. Or they didn't really—I really
don't think they had spent a lot of time with the students in how to get
along with each other, or what their differences were going to be, or
how much they would be alike. But they did, they had spent a lot of time
with the teachers working with them. So when I went in there in
November, we even had workshops after that during the year. It was
really good. And I think that's something that's
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missing right now because we could sit and talk with each other. The
black teachers could tell the white teachers, "This is why he's acting
this way. This is what he means. This is the way you need to respond to
that." Whereas the white teachers could do likewise, "It would be better
if it would be handled this way." I don't think anyone is communicating
with each other anymore. And they're not really being honest with saying
with the way things are. Because it was, I guess, at first I think they
were real thankful to have a teacher in that classroom. And frankly I
knew nothing, I told them even that when I signed the contract, "I'll
try to teach reading. I know I can teach math. I know I can teach social
studies. I know I can teach health." Frankly, I didn't ever think I
would ever get those things covered because the class was so out of
control. But they were glad to have somebody there. And as I said, I
treated those kids, I looked at those kids like, suppose they were mine.
"Suppose my child was in this classroom. How would I want them treated?
What would I want them to do?" And "What would I want them to learn?"
Also when I went in, because I told the principal I would not come work
unless I could have some materials. And so I went over on the Friday
afternoon he called me to get the books and get some materials so I
would be ready on Monday. And there just seemed to be a lack of hope in
that room. That class was really out of control. It really, really was
out of control. A lot of them had been suspended for calling the teacher
names and for hitting people and hitting the teacher and fighting and
all kinds of things. I had made up my mind that one of the things that I
was going to do was to do things to get them to build some pride in
themselves. And do things where the other people—I don't know how in the
world I ever thought of all this because this was not the way I was
supposed to be. I was supposed to be a high school teacher where you
could go in and do your projects and your lectures and do everything
else. But here I was with this, so but I wanted them to do some things
so they would get some recognition. The other people in the school
realized that this was what was needed too. If we did something good or
something special, the other teachers would write us a thank you note so
I could read it to the class and post it. Then I decided—Oh Lord, why
did I ever decide this—I decided, because I took over like maybe the
second week of November, somewhere, I can't even remember the exact date
anymore. I decided we would decorate the cafeteria. We would make
cornucopias and have, they would bring in real things: leaves, turnips,
potatoes, nuts, whatever. That's what we did. I mean, we got the thank
you notes. We got all that recognition back from the teachers that were
there. But believe you me, it was like took my life away. The kids
argued over, "he's got my turnip. He's got my this. He did
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thing decorated. We got the recognition. And slowly but gradually the
class came back under control. They began to fall into line. And
probably I've got better memories of that class maybe than I have of
some of the others because they came such a long ways.