Archive for December, 2009

43 “Rights – Buttercups and daisies, buttercups and daisies …

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

.. And we are those little white dandelion heads that blow away in the wind.” It is with these words that Tracey, a pupil with cystic fibrosis, introduces the audience to new version of “Death of a Nightingale.”

Just what is the value of a right to mainstream education for children with special needs if they are then left in the hands of classroom assistants instead of trained teachers, and if they are bullied?

I quote here an article in the Times Educational Supplement by Kerra Maddern on 20 November 2009 under the heading “Teen bullying victims get two grades below the norm – Researchers claim first statistical correlation between abuse and levels of achievement.”

A picture alongside the report carries the caption “A link between self-esteem and school performance has been made.”

Would all those who were so keen to close special schools in pursuit of a policy of Inclusion, would all of them own up to a really bad mistake that took no account of human frailty? Will they stop thinking that it will somehow all come right in the end? And no-one will notice.

Their number include the Tories who are currently holding themselves out as the best people to make necessary savings today – they thought there were savings to be made here, the Labour Party who thought that Inclusion promoted Equality, now two very dead holy cows especially when you see how much bankers are taking home with them and what little value Inclusion actually offers many children with special needs, and the Lib Dems who, in their simple minded way, thought it would lead to a better world.

Here is the article:

Bullied teenagers attain significantly lower exam results than other children, according to a study that claims to prove a statistical correlation between abuse at school and educational achievement for the first time.

The GCSE results of children bullied at 14 and 15 are two grades lower and their total score is 13 fewer points, the government-backed report says.

It also found victims of bullying were less likely to attend school full-time at 16, and that more became Neets – not in employment, education or training.

The study “The Characteristics of Bullying Victims in Schools”, claims it is the first in-dept investigation of the impact of the problem on GCSE age pupils. Researchers studied 10,000 children; the full findings are to be published in January.”

Almost half of the 14 year-olds who took part said they had been bullied; this figure fell to 41 per cent at 15 and 29 per cent at 16.The most common form of bullying at all ages was name-calling and cyber bullying, followed by being threatened with violence, social exclusion and being attacked.

Bullies were most likely to target those with special educational needs, young carers, pupils with a disability and children in care.Girls were more likely than boys to be bullied at age 14 and 15, although gender became less important at 16. ….Previous studies have established that bullying victims have lower self-esteem and are at greater risk of suicide….” (My bold type and see also Post 11).

It is of course quite possible that the lower attainment also correlates with the extra 100,000+ teacher assistants they suddenly realised they had to employ to help teachers in mainstream schools cope with the influx of children with special needs as they closed 100 special schools. See the Extracts from Education Policy Partnership, December 2003 ReviewThe impact of paid adult support on the participation and learning of pupils in mainstream Schools that I quote in Note 7 Quotes and Notes in Death of a Nightingale.

The end result is, of course, is the same. It matters not one iota whether lower attainment is due to bullying, the presence of teacher assistants or, most likely, a combination of both.

It is not entirely surprising that the author of the Times Ed report above gave a full page to her report on the rehearsed reading of Death of a Nightingale at the New End Theatre in the same edition.

And to add just a little more spice to this, to bring home the relevance of Death of a Nightingale to so many people’s lives, in the last seven days:

On page 17 of the Times today, 8 December, 2009 “Head teacher was found dead after critical school inspection report, inquiry is told.”
The article began ” A ‘strong, determined and forceful’ primary head teacher who was found dead after a critical school inspection, had been overwhelmed by bureaucracy and believed that the inspectors’ findings had undermined her as a professional, an inquiry heard yesterday.”

And this is a headline in the Telegraph on 6 December “Teenager ‘killed herself after suffering depression over her weight’. A teenager took her own life after suffering depression cased by an eating disorder, her family have said.”

And this was the lead story on the BBC on 7 December: “Depression targeted in government policy shift”

“Depression or anxiety affect one in six people at any given time, but only a quarter of those is in treatment. It is not clear what, if any, funding will be available to back the plans.

Professor Louis Appleby, the government’s mental health tsar, said depression had a huge impact on society. He said: “We need to be better at preventing depression, better at treating it and better at reducing the impact of depression.” Professor Appleby said depression affected physical health, raising the risk of conditions such as stroke, and the likelihood that people would not seek treatment if they became ill. He said it was important to tackle the issue as early as possible, for instance, by providing the right atmosphere for children to thrive and build self esteem at school.” (My Bold type)

After Tracey watches the demolition of her school these are her closing words in the latest version of Death of a Nightingale that can soon be downloaded here:

“Remember the little white dandelion heads blowing away in the wind.

Well, a couple of weeks ago, in the next street to mine, a boy of twelve – I think he was a bit overweight – well, he tried to take his own life.

Thank you for coming to listen to my story.

Can I leave you with a really naughty thought to take home with you.

There are some little creatures that build and defend their own nests but they cannot move on and they cannot do anything else. That’s what they do. They build and defend their own nests. That’s all they do That’s all they’ve ever done. That’s all they’ll ever do. There is a name for them. “Termites”, yes “Termites.” If there are any of them here tonight, let them go to their beds and sleep peacefully … if they can.

Good night.”

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42 A BIG THANK YOU TO THE NEW END THEATRE

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

Dear Brian and Ninon

Now that I am back in Newcastle can I thank you both for making the New End Theatre available for the rehearsed reading of Death of a Nightingale, and especially you, Ninon, for your invaluable input.

I attach the final version which addresses all the criticisms and comments I received. You will see that I have made a number of changes – some new lines, one or two restored ones and some general tidying up.

In particular I have reworked Act 2 Scene 3 with brand new top and tail, the ending coming as much as a surprise to me as it will probably come to you. Then I have discovered that sometimes characters can surprise their author as their parts are acted out – that is, of course, one of the great virtues of a rehearsed reading by good actors. So my thanks to them as well.

Alan

ACT TWO
Scene 3

TRACY Eileen Winterton, our chair of governors, badly wanted to understand why Margaret had tried to take her own life. She thought Joan Errington, her partner and my wonderful English teacher, would be the best person to tell her. She would be, wouldn’t she? She invited Joan to a local coffee house for a chat.

(Eileen enters with a cup of coffee on a tray, shortly followed by Joan with a pot of tea and a chocolate brownie)

JOAN ERRINGTON Sweet tooth. I can’t resist their brownies.

EILEEN WINTERTON Chocolate’s better than tobacco?

JOAN ERRINGTON Just. I need something for sure.

EILEEN WINTERTON I’m so pleased you could come. How are you?

JOAN ERRINGTON Still a bit fragile.

EILEEN WINTERTON I can believe it, especially as it was you who found Margaret. Do tell me though, do try and explain to me why she did such a terrible thing.

JOAN ERRINGTON Please don’t press me too much. It’s still very painful.

EILEEN WINTERTON I do need to know.

JOAN ERRINGTON Well, just say she’s a casualty of the world we are living in. That’s certainly where you have to start.

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JOAN ERRINGTON It makes me so sick at times, especially now. When terrible things like this happen – you know I’m very, very close to Margaret – you really start to think. I’ll give you a strange thought. The word ‘Equality’ is a lot of the problem. It’s mucked up, fucked up education for years. We are not all equal.

EILEEN WINTERTON No, that’s heresy. Surely there’s got to be equality of opportunity?

JOAN ERRINGTON What does that actually mean? What does it mean? Don’t you see? All kids are different, very different, our kids especially, and they need different kinds of opportunity. Fair play is what they all want, not equality. The needs of gifted and talented youngsters are every bit as important as the needs of kids in our school, from the country’s point of view maybe even more important. Those that trumpet equality don’t begin to understand that. If kids are not given the opportunity that’s right for them – and they’re all different – they’ll never meet the challenge of the times.

EILEEN WINTERTON Then, of course, they’ll never be included in it.

JOAN ERRINGTON Yes, and this country needs them to be.

EILEEN WINTERTON I’ve always thought that another word for Equality is mediocrity.

JOAN ERRINGTON And what’s even worse, for many people the quest for Equality is simply built on envy.

EILEEN WINTERTON Or guilt. Well, the opposite of envy is ambition. Envy somehow diminishes you. Ambition enlarges you.

JOAN ERRINGTON Interesting you should put it that way. Emma – she’s for ever quoting the Bible – she keeps saying there’s no sin in ownin’, but there is a sin in covetin’.

EILEEN WINTERTON It’s not surprising that a lot of kids have lost their way.

JOAN ERRINGTON They’ve never been shown it, Eileen. – you know, the way to live that’s right for them – that’s what education should be about. What these kids want is not equality of opportunity. It’s just, well, opportunity.

EILEEN WINTERTON It certainly is a rat race these days and a different kind of rat race from any before.

JOAN ERRINGTON But a rat race you can’t run away from. It has got its good side, if you know where to find it. I’m sure none of this sadness would have happened to Margaret if people realised like we do that all kids have very different needs.

EILEEN WINTERTON Poor Margaret. I’m afraid our old friend Karl Marx is still around in education. People are looking for that elusive level playing field, and with the proviso that no-one actually competes on it.

JOAN ERRINGTON Yes, , they are forever looking for solutions to the world’s problems in the libraries of their minds, not in the classrooms of the real world.

EILEEN WINTERTON They don’t see how complicated it all is these days.

JOAN ERRINGTON Yes, they think it’s so simple, so very simple. And they think that what they would want for themselves, everyone else should want as well.

EILEEN WINTERTON That’s why they keep putting square pegs into round holes.

JOAN ERRINGTON Yes, with epoxy glue.

EILEEN WINTERTON And when it all goes wrong – you know how the old saying goes – they point a finger at other people when they should see where their other three fingers are pointing.

JOAN ERRINGTON I like that. I hadn’t heard it before.

EILEEN WINTERTON It’s not just Karl Marx you know. Liberals are the very worst people for thinking things are simple. The Achilles’ heel of the Liberal is naiveté. And, when you don’t know you’re naïve, well it’s highly dangerous.

JOAN ERRINGTON Insanity.

EILEEN WINTERTON No, I’d put it another way. You can care too much. You can you know, if you see people how you’d like them to be, and not how, I’m afraid, most of them are.

JOAN ERRINGTON Yes, I think we’re getting there. If you want to know why poor Margaret tried to kill herself, don’t look just at her. And, don’t think it was all to do with the LEA either. That was literally the last straw, the straw that broke the camel’s back. You have to look at the world she lived in, as I know she saw it. She why she was so depressed, why she kept taking those goodnight pills all the time. Then you’ll begin to understand. You’ve got to dig deep. When people go as far as she went, you’ve got to dig deep to understand.

EILEEN WINTERTONI do see it now. Yes, it’s ironic isn’t it? Right at the very bottom, there are two dreams in Western Society, the Marxist dream and the Liberal dream, separately and together, both of them, the opium of the brainy classes. And why? Because they inhabit the world of “wouldn’t it be nice if.” Wouldn’t it be nice if only such as such were the case?

JOAN ERRINGTON And, of course, it very rarely is.

EILEEN WINTERTON Give a function to the State to make the world a better place, put a value on individual worth, yes, but allow for human frailty as well. They don’t do that. That’s where they both go badly wrong.

JOAN ERRINGTON That’s why they make such a mess of things.

EILEEN WINTERTON And some folk hate globalisation too. But you can’t turn the clock back. You just can’t. We don’t need an old clock. We need a brand new compass.

JOAN ERRINGTON . Well, once upon a time the big problem used to be private wealth and public squalor. Today, it is private stress and public unhappiness. Just look at poor Margaret and our parents…and me.

EILEEN WINTERTON Oh dear, I shouldn’t have started all this. I really am sorry I encouraged you to sound off.

JOAN ERRINGTON Don’t apologise. I badly, badly needed it. I don’t much like the world I see. I can’t pretend I do. But I’ll find a way of living through it. You’ve just got to.

EILEEN WINTERTON Our little discussion has been cathartic for both of us. It has certainly helped me to understand why Margaret did what she did. It was the LEA, but it went far beyond that.

JOAN ERRINGTON I am sure that it did. There is a word that covers it, and it probably applies to most people who try to take their own lives, including all those children who have been persistently bullied with no-one stopping it.

EILEEN WINTERTONAnd the word?

JOAN ERRINGTON Despair, just total utter despair. What is very sad for me is that at the end, I became one more part of it. You know the day before she tried to take her life we had a little tiff, she thought about resigning, not taking her own life, – no, she never said that – she asked me to leave her.

EILEEN WINTERTON I didn’t know that.

JOAN ERRINGTON Those twenty four hours, what she must have gone through! It never even crossed my mind she’d take an overdose. It must have been a very long night after I left. Poor soul, it must have felt like an eternity

EILEEN WINTERTON For heaven’s sake, don’t blame yourself here. Don’t do that. As you said, right at the beginning, one way or another, we’re all of us walking wounded, not just Margaret.

JOAN ERRINGTON I guess so. I must go. (Stands up to leave) …….You know, I’ve just really seen it. It wasn’t the pills that kept her going. It wasn’t me either. It was the kids, and she did so worry about the world they’d have to grow up in. She knew, you see, she knew. In those twenty four long hours she suddenly realised that whatever she did, whatever she did, do the bidding of the LEA or resign, she’d lost everything that made her life worthwhile.

(Eileen also stands up to leave)

EILEEN WINTERTONOf course, you’re right. That was her despair. Thank you for your time. I do appreciate it.

JOAN ERRINGTON Oh, I don’t like my world at the moment one little bit.

EILEEN WINTERTON Look, there’s a lot wrong with this world of ours. There always has been. There always will be. But there’s an awful lot right as well, isn’t there? You’ve just got to ride that roller coaster between the two. And try not to fall off.

JOAN ERRINGTON I suppose so. See you again soon. Bye,

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