Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Pay It Back Going Forward

In Memory of My Teacher, Annemarie Roeper, I Fear Not

(August 27, 1918 – May 11, 2012)

Legendary educator Annemarie Roeper once told me that ‘if you plan on standing up for the underdog don't expect to be popular’. 

What is soon be a year ago, I tweeted out this sentiment praying these powerful words would inspire others just as they had inspired me.  One response flooded me with such emotion that my eyes welled up with tears:

"The emotions are the heart and soul of giftedness.  The heart and soul of the human being is my passion. Anne Marie Roeper :)", tweeted Joseph Ephraim from his account @freelancejoe, to which I almost immediately replied with the tears then streaming down my face:

"She was my teacher.  Three years before passing in 2012 she wrote to me, "Don't you see I will always be with you?"

At age 16, Annemarie Roeper was the youngest protégé of Anna Freud to ever enter medical school, an honor cut short when the Nazi’s marched on Vienna, where she had grown-up across the street from Sigmund Freud and his family.  She fled Europe with her husband-to-be George, with whom she had bonded with at age 6 when he had first arrived at her parents’ boarding school.  Arriving in the United States, they made their way to Michigan where they founded The Roeper School.  While The Roeper School was established to meet the unique needs of gifted children, Annemarie’s vision of what constitutes education embraced all children for which she emphasized the necessity of a holistic or ‘whole child’ approach.

Her vision transcended education to include a ‘global view’ about which she was wrote as early as the 1940s.  To her, a global view is to see “the whole of the community and the ramifications in the world”[1].

Possessing a global view since her childhood, Annemarie was a natural humanist, possessing a finely honed, internally developed sense of justice and fair play.  She was not only profound in her wisdom but in her fearlessness in acting upon her convictions.  She never wavered from a position necessary to bring about a fair or just result.

She modeled her inner strength to me in a situation that not only proved life-altering but is directly related to the situation now negatively impacting my children and me. This occurred over a decade ago during the initial conflict with the Warren Consolidated School District which, in turn, precipitated a decision by The Roeper School that my oldest daughter was no longer going to be accepted as a student at the school which had not only provided her an education but had come to be a second home for my children and me.  Ultimately, my daughter continued her education at The Roeper School. 

The details of that conflict are no longer relevant.  What is relevant is that while that conflict was on-going, Annemarie, after having unsuccessfully advocated that the school’s decision to exclude my daughter was contrary to the very ethics upon which it was founded, resigned her position on the Board of Trustees.  Her decision, consciously arrived at and executed without any hesitation, was the catalyst for resolution.

Resigning her position on the Board of Trustees was incomprehensible to me as The Roeper School had meant the world to Annemarie and her then late husband George.  For years, I functioned under the ego-based misconception that she had done so for me as we had a teacher/student relationship.  It would many years and not until after her death before I understood that her decision had absolutely nothing to do with me.  Annemarie acted as she did because it was the only right thing to do if she were to honor her deeply held inner-developed core beliefs.  Her faith in what she believed was stronger than the need to maintain the last vestiges of a formal role with the school she loved so very much.  That was and is to this day powerful.
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In standing in silence with the truth for all these years, I had wondered if I might have somehow honored her legacy, her conscious decision to be my teacher, and the investment of her time spent teaching.  This was a question I repeatedly asked myself.  The answer was “No”, until now.  What I know for sure is that it is one thing to stand in silence with the truth but, it is an entirely different reality to feel unfettered in speaking the truth in a dignified manner with the intention that there be relevant social change.   

Annemarie wrote that in order develop the same the psychological mechanisms she had modeled for me, the student must first feel unconditional love and acceptance by their teacher, with that relationship having a shared interest in a subject matter.  I have found this unconditional love with my current teachers.  We have as shared ethos as to the inviolate nature of a breach of the public trust and as to the rights of all children to be protected from harm. 

“When selves have gone through many of these states of growth without losing their emotional ability to grow, they almost invariably become people with a sense of justice who understand their interdepedence with the rest of the world.”  (pg 40).

Annemarie explained:

“Society does not see the world as interdependent, but rather as divided by those at the top of the hierarchy and those that serve them…Over the centuries, we have seen that this framework does not work. It has led to the belief that humankind is master of the work, which it is not.  Moreover, it has led to great destruction and tragedy for earth and humankind.” (pg 93).

She was definitive that we “see the community as a circle of interdependence, rather than a hierarchy of dependency, with peers and community members as cooperators.”  (pg 100).

My faith is unwavering.  I am committed to honoring Annemarie and all of my other teachers by paying it back going forward.

#ImaginePeace
#OneOhana
#DeverouxCleary
#AnnemarieRoeper
#SpeakingTheTruth
#Interdependence
#Community
#UnconditionalLove





[1] The “I” of the Beholder, by Annemarie Roeper, Ed.D., with Ann Higgins, Great Potential Press (2007).

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Magic of Kindness


I believe in the magic of kindness.
Since the beginning, on all of my social media platforms, I have used the hash-tag #KindnessISMagic.  It has been positively received, judging by the returns, favorites and, yes, data analytics.  During the same time period, I have used positive media to globally present the infinitesimal and heart-wrenching global crises to the same audience, garnering the same positive response.  This seemed paradoxical.  I had to pause and reflect upon “Why?”  I concluded that there is a lack of positivity, not only in the news but, in our everyday worlds. 
So, for the last year, I have engaged in my own “social experiment” by using “kindness is magic” in my everyday encounters.  I wanted to know if something that traverses an internet those unfamiliar had often deemed antiseptic was a mere colloquialism or if there was any practical application.  Would it be as evocative in ‘real life’ as it was online?  I made a concerted effort to “put it into practice.” This short piece is my personal reflections to the initial reactions.
After the Holidays last year I woke-up only to discover that an upstairs pipe had leaked into the lower level of my home.  Needing to take stock before calling my insurance company, I donned my Crocs as the carpet was already pretty much under water only to discover that the ceiling was crumbing and the walls peeling. There was thousands of dollars of damage. 
The insurer concurred that the extensive water damage required the installation of new carpet. I purchased it from a home retailer; Home Depot, a ‘superstore’ reputed for having impersonal service.  I was informed that it uses independent contractors for the installation. 
The ceiling and walls repaired, the time came for the carpet to be installed.  Of course, the installers’ arrival late one morning was just as I had become immersed in a project.    Trusting I could leave them to their work, I headed outside to my deck, my “home office”. 
It was only a matter of minutes before the team leader appeared, righteously informing me that moving the up-right piano out of the area was not part of the contract to ‘move everything’. Now I had previously moved that piano across the room with no more than the help that that of a 14 year old boy. 
“The piano’s on wheels.  If one you or one of your helpers will help me we can shift it out of the way.”
“No.”
He turned and headed out to the rusted, overloaded work van and plopped down on the tailgate, where he and his crew sat in silent protest.
My cell phone rang as I stock of the scene.  The caller was a young lady from the Home Depot.  First came the expected repeat of what I had already been told.  I replied that I was confused about how ‘moving everything’ did not include everything.  Then it occurred to me that my thinking was neither going to get the job done nor did it represent what I had come to believe.  I shifted my perspective, my approach, and my tone of voice.
“You know, kindness is true magic.  Two people mindfully working together can find a solution to almost any problem.  There are always solutions.  This piano can be moved.  I offered to move it with the installers but they said no.  Now they’re just sitting when they could be finishing this job and moving on to the next one.  I don’t understand the logic here.  It would seem to me that everyone’s interests would be best served if we all worked together.  Kindness really is magic.”
She paused, no doubt unsure how to take that, as that was mostly certainly not what people usually say.   
“You’re right.  I am coming right over.  We’ll get this taken care of.”
The smile in her voice was so discernible it made me smile.  Her kindness was magic.  One act of mindful kindness begets another.
She quickly arrived.  The piano was moved.  Ultimately, neither she nor I moved it.  Perhaps being caught-up in our own contagion, the workers choose to move the piano, without a single complaint. The magic of kindness had touched them too.
What caught me off guard was when the young lady from the store, the allegedly antiseptic store, stuck around to help me move a decade of accumulated ‘stuff’ occupying the floor of a storage closet I had been remiss in emptying.
Each act of kindness generated even more kindness.
Ergo, my hash-tag that #LoveProducesMoreLove.
This scenario has repeated itself many times.  Now, in my everyday encounters, such as when checking out at a store, I consciously “put it into practice”.  When a clerk looks as if customers have drained her of any intention to be up-beat, sporting a tense grimace, the words “kindness is magic” spoken with only kindness are positively received.  The grimace is almost always replaced with a smile.
The surprise was that just about everyone within hearing distance automatically smiles too, having been caught off-guard by hearing someone say something positive.
Someone recently posted that, “We choose our destiny by how we treat others.”
I choose the magic of kindness.
Namaste.