Black schools are zoos.
High schools are not bad, but 10th grade is sometimes horrible. 11th and 12th grade often has no discipline problems whatsoever; they are warm, happy and friendly, and it’s a pleasant way to spend a day. They refuse to do any work, but at least they are pleasant and act like human beings. I suspect that K-2nd grade might be OK, but I didn’t teach little kids that much. But I taught 3rd grade in the ghetto, and it sucked.
I picked up my briefcase on two separate occasions and simply walked out the door of my class, walked to the parking lot, got in my car and drove home, right in the middle of the school day.
One time I was teaching at a Black junior high (this is a serious nightmare) and some 8th grade maniac Black animal picked up this 5 or 6 feet long pole and was up in front of the class with it, pointing it at me and threatening to attack me with it. I was screaming my lungs out at him to put the fucking pole down.
I think at that point I just said fuck it, grabbed my stuff and walked out. I didn’t care about liability or anything. They could have all killed each other for all I care. There are limits to what a human being can take. Life’s hard enough as it is, I don’t need to subject myself to this shit.
I used to get so furious at those kids that I would spend much of my day having all of these wonderful violent fantasies about them. I would fantasize especially tying them to their chairs and even gagging their mouths (I actually think this ought to be done!). I also fantasized beating them, kicking them, attacking them with objects and weapons, and even torturing and murdering them. After a while, I started to really enjoy thinking like this, and I was afraid I was turning into a sadist.
I also started turning pretty racist. I’m not really interested in hating Blacks (don’t enjoy the feeling, it’s a waste of time and bad for my soul), and one good way to not hate Blacks is to quit teaching them. Now that I don’t teach them anymore, I don’t really hate Blacks at all. The longer I taught them, the more racist I got.
There are some good Black kids, even Black boys, at the elementary and junior high level, but most of them are pretty bad. The sheer noise alone would drive most people nuts.
A lot of the teachers in these Black schools, even the Black teachers, were serious stress cases. Some of the Black teachers, especially the women, spend a lot of time screaming at the kids, and always looked angry. They seemed like they were decent people, but I think those kids were just making them nuts.
With some of the teachers, I was worried about their physical and mental health due to all the stress. Some looked like they were being pounded right into the ground. At the end of the day, they looked like they just emerged from a day-long torture session. I remember one middle aged Black male teacher (this was the school with the kid with the pole) who looked like he was being driven insane. His eyes were bloodshot, maybe from high blood pressure, and they kept going round and round in circles. I felt so sorry for him.
I don’t like to refer to Black adults as animals, but I don’t have a problem with referring to Black kids 8-15 this way. They’re animals, and their schools are zoos. I spent years as an animal trainer in these zoos, and I have a right to characterize them this way.
I guess all this means I’m a racist. Fine, I’m a racist. Fuck it, sue me. You go try to teach these maniacs.
Black people seem to seriously calm down once they hit adulthood. You rarely hear about serious problems with Black college students, and I think I could deal with them quite well.
But Black kids are often perfectly horrible.