I watched news last night and it stated that an Amendment was passed declaring English as the official language of America.
I’m not going to argue the merits of this amendment.
But it does make me think about a situation at school. We have two cousins at school who are natives of Mexico. They are in class together and one knows a lot of English and the other know very little. He’s only been in the country about two months. The two cousins banter back in forth in Spanish, which drives the other kids crazy. They will claim that the boys are talking about them, or say that they are being cursed at. Mind you, these kids mutter crap at each other in English ALL DAY LONG. Also keep in mind that they are in eighth grade and should have outgrown tattling.
One of the other teachers made an executive decision—she told the students “you’re not allowed to speak Spanish any more.” Her logic is, I can’t understand him, so he shouldn’t be able to communicate. NEVER MIND THAT NO ONE SPEAKS SPANISH AND, THEREFORE, NO ON KNOWS WHAT HE IS SAYING. The other day he said “word” in Spanish and the kids claimed he was cursing.
Plus, somehow this gives other students the right to scream, “Speak English,” or “this is America, speak English” at the boy. Ahhh, yes, let’s teach our children tolerance.
We talk all the time about preparing our kids for “the real world.” Here’s the deal: people will speak many various languages in the real world. And screaming at them won’t make them stop.
In my family, we were always taught that what makes us different is what makes us interesting. I believe that this is why I enjoy my job so much—all the different people. I don’t want to live in a world where we teach our children to fear and hate for no good reason. Once we open that door, there’s no closing it.