Oh the fundraising like a vast humming hive around us in this fair city. In cities all over the country.
We have to reinvent taxes. The corporate thing just isn't working out, see. They want to feed our kids red dye #2 and make them use all disposable income to buy the latest in shoes that fall to pieces in weeks. Corporations only care about money, and human beings are crunched underfoot in their machinelike advance.
Now that my kids are both in public school and one still halfway in private school, I have it coming from everywhere all at once. This friday; a dance fundraiser. Tup/perware from Sophie's old school, t-shirts, tsunami bake sales and sister schools. Saturday: the silent auction. Planning meetings. Strategizing. Emails fast and furious about funding the upcoming vote on a parcel tax. The PTAs and Parent Clubs, now with boards controlling hundreds of thousands of dollars, allocating it at meetings with drooping women hunched over tables attempting Robert's Rules of Order while imagining, in the backs of their minds, lying on the couch and watching TV again, wasn't that fun back in college?
Doesn't it suck, absolutely suck ass, to be one of a thousand points of light? Don't you wish we could just let it go to hell just to prove a point? But we can't. It's our kids, and we believe in public school and we believe in the future despite the asspucks at the top who rape the country with self-righteous destructive dogma and I'm sorry, but they are fascists. They are.
Where are the protests? We need school protests. This won't do. They can't get away with this. Why do they want us to live in a third world country?