Remaking the Grades
Robert Greene is wrong if he believes that the winner of the
mayoral runoff election can make a difference in the education provided by
the LAUSD if only he gets more involved than his predecessors [Flunking
Campaigns, March 1824]. The most compelling evidence to refute his position
comes from New York City, which was forced by the Legislature several years
ago to turn over control of its schools to Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg.
Despite Bloombergs ambitious efforts to overhaul the district, the nations largest, with the help of Schools Chancellor Joel I. Klein, the mayor has been no more successful in improving educational quality than Superintendent Roy Romer has been in the LAUSD. The reasons serve as a cautionary tale for Los Angeles.
What Greene fails to acknowledge is that managerial efficiency is no substitute for educational effectiveness. Schools are not businesses. As a result, no matter how many changes are enacted at the administrative level, they do not necessarily alter what takes place in classrooms, where learning takes place.
Thats why the national trend to recruit CEOs, politicians and generals will do little to help children most in need. The initial fanfare accompanying their appointment quickly fades because the underlying issues that caused disaffection with the schools in the first place remain. If transforming schools were easy, the job would have been accomplished long ago. Thats the lesson that Angelenos need to keep in mind when they consider turning over public schools to the new mayor or anyone else who proclaims he has the solution.
28-year LAUSD teacher
Memories of Lalo
Regarding the article on Lalo
Guerrero, 19162005 [March 2531]: In June 1945, my brother Gus and I
met in Los Angeles to celebrate our safe return from World War II. We checked
in at the Hill Hotel and took a room overlooking the Angels Flight tramway.
Most of our evenings were spent in two nightclubs near Olvera Street. The
upscale Club Brazil showcased Miguelito Valdez singing his hit song Babalu,
while La Bamba, with its black padded entrance door and fake palm trees, featured
an unknown performer, Lalo Guerrero. His first night there remains ingrained
in my mind. A flesh-colored spotlight flashed on. A small combo struck a note
and a tall, thick-featured mestizo in black trousers and an orange ruffled
shirt began to mystically swirl a pair of maracas. He tilted his head toward
an overhead mike and time stood still as his golden voice began belting out
the Mexican hit songs of the day. The room was crowded with returned Mexican
GIs, and we would not let him stop; his music reassured us that we were truly
Lt. Col., retired, U.S. Air Force
Marina Del Rey
Birth of the Cool
Your article on Joey Bishop [Joey
Bishop Still Lives Here, March 2531] brought back fond memories of a
night Ill never forget. I believe the year was 1956. I was living in Indianapolis
after getting out of the Army. I had grown up in the NY-NJ area but was working
as an on the road salesman.
I went back East for a week to visit family and friends and to see some shows. It was about 1:30 a.m. and we started to head back to Jersey when I asked my friend Jerry, who was driving, to go by way of 55th Street. As we approached the place I was looking for, I asked Jerry to pull over, keep the motor on, and Id be right back. I ran up the stairs, pressed a 20 in the hand of the man at the door and said we were a party of four and would like to see the 2 a.m. show.
We crossed the street and walked into the Copa to see Frank Sinatra. His opening act was a comic named Joey Bishop. At the first table off the stage area sat Sammy Davis Jr. and his party. I think I was witnessing the genesis of the Rat Pack.
Joey Bishop is 87 years old, alive and well, but Jon Thibault
must be brain dead if he was unable to elicit a story from this walking talking
repository of entertainment history. What do you think of Jay Leno, Mr. Bishop?
. . . No, sir. I dont know who Harpo Marx is . . . Do you like being retired?
Is it any wonder he clammed up and ended the interview with this punk kid
who doesnt have clue?
Lee M. Cohen
Disturbing and Archaic
I had to remind myself that I was indeed in Los Angeles in 2005
rather than on a plantation in the 18th century when I read Kevin Y. Kims
words about . . . how hip-hops women have gone from MC Lyte to todays lifeless
and often light mulatta capitalist commodities par excellence [Deconstructing
Prophets, March 1117]. Assuming Mr. Kim meant the feminine plural of
mulatto (which is actually mulatresses) rather than a rhesus monkey, the actual
meaning of macaca mulatta, it was disturbing to see this offensive, racist
and archaic term which derives from the Spanish word for mule (i.e. half-breed,
mongrel, hybrid) printed in the L.A. Weekly, and surprising
that evidently not one editor of this major alternative weekly seemed to take
notice of this inappropriate usage.
One would certainly expect more sensitivity and awareness in a cultural milieu where we are very conscious of avoiding derogatory, outdated ethnic nomenclature.
The Spaceland party mentioned in Lina Lecaros South By Southwest report [March 2531] was billed incorrectly. It was actually thrown and organized by Heidis Night of Beauty along with Spaceland and Ticketweb.
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