On my first day of teaching at my second and final school,
two older teachers dropped by to see how things had gone. Adjusting to seventh grade after concurrent
enrollment was taking its toll and I was so touched to know that someone was
there to listen and help. My tired smile
and grateful relief took all of one minute to turn sour. Why?
Because our whole conversation went like this:
Old Crones: So how did it go today? We understand you taught for a few years
before moving here, so of course you’re an old hat. But first days are still tough.
Me: Thanks! I taught
for four years at Blah Blah High School, and I loved it. I know I’ll love it here too, but changing
grade levels so dramatically is a challenge.
Old Crones: Four
years, huh? Did the District give those
to you on the salary scale here?
Me: Yeah, actually,
and I was so—
Old Crones: You know the Union did that for you? We’re here
to take your pledge.
I think I stared at them for a couple of minutes before explaining
(politely or not) that I had work to
do and there was the door. Seriously?
Come to my classroom like you’re there for me, when in fact you’re there for my Union dues and to make sure I’ll
tow your line? I don’t think so.
And I didn’t join the teacher’s union. In fact, during six years of teaching, I
never did. For a lot of reasons. Like a complete abhorrence of their
recruitment tactics. As far as my experiences in two school districts can take
me, there are two primary ways that the teacher’s unions garner members: 1) small
scale bribery and 2) fear.
It goes like this, a lunch provided for new teachers during
pre-service contract days, wherein every new Union member gets a swag bag (you
know, really fancy things like pencil sharpeners, highlighters, maybe even a
notepad with an apple on it!). The happy
gathering begins with a soapbox about the wonderful food (the Union did that
for you) and ends with some speech about innocent old Teacher X who lost his
home, savings, family, and career because he wasn’t a member of the Union and
no one would stand up for him when false accusations came his way. Do you want
that to be you? Good old Teacher Z is happily
living out her retirement in Belize because when the evil schemers of this
world tried to tear her down, THE UNION stepped in and put Batman to shame with
its bad-guy fighting super powers!
Before you know it, every wide-eyed, fresh-faced newbie with a healthy
fight-or-flight response is signing on the Union line and tossing away nearly a
third of that first paycheck they’ve been so desperately anticipating.
Except for the few who don’t. The few like me. We get dirty looks and nasty comments about “those
teachers who are content to sit back and let everyone else carry the burden of
protecting their contracts,” and “if you’re not with us, you’re against us.” Then there’s always the yearly fall Union
rush, when a few of the holdouts eventually give in because they have reached a
place in life with families and assets they don’t want to lose and the Union’s
carefully stoked fear overcomes resistance.
Call me a rebel, but I’m not in to joining an organization because
it will give me a goodie bag and a bagel sandwich. Nor because it will bully me if I don’t. And no, not even because the Big Bad Wolf will
get me without its protection. If you
want my support, you’re gonna need more substance than that.
But I’d better pause a moment here and acknowledge some
things. First, I have many friends who
are involved, card-carrying Union members.
These same friends are really excellent teachers and human beings. Second, there are genuine examples of hapless
teachers whose lives have been ruined by spurious accusations, and other
teachers who (in the same circumstances) have come through due to support from
the Union. I’m not saying the Union has
no value as an insurance against false claims, but as far as I can tell that
value is greatly overstated as a stick for beating teachers into the
ranks. Third, the Union does negotiate
with school districts regarding contracts, and I thoroughly enjoyed some of
those perks. This post isn’t saying that
the Union benefits no one. Any
discussion of teachers’ unions and education as a whole is far more complicated
than “bad union, good union.” I’m also
not saying that school districts are worthy of explicit trust because they would
never try to take advantage of teachers.
This discussion is also more complicated than that. And (for the sake of the miniscule readership
this blog has) I’ll refrain from getting too far into all of those complexities.
Let’s cut to the chase.
All irritation at Union tactics aside, there is one big reason why I
never joined. One little word that’s
rocking Chicago right now: STRIKE. Whatever a strike gives to teachers, it hurts
kids. Period. No matter the mumbo jumbo about “if it’s good
for teachers it will be good for students.” Even if that’s true in the long
run, that’s not good enough for now.
Right now, this instant, every student is either gaining or losing
academically, and if they aren’t in the classroom…well, you do the math. And once a student is behind, the aftershocks
are often permanent. So when the Union
in our district started talking strike over contract issues two years ago, I looked
our representative in the eyes and told her to count me out. She was incredulous. “You mean to tell me that you would cross our
picket line?” Um, yeah lady, if your
line stands between me and the students I promised to teach, I’ll cross that
sucker like it’s the Golden Gate. But—why
I would never be one—Union members don’t have that option. Once you’re in, you’re in, and you give away
all immunity to the Blue Flu.
I guess you can tell that I’m not the Union’s biggest
fan. I feel like they use fear to swell
their ranks and are so focused on protecting teachers that they allow the ends
to justify some ugly means. And I’m a
little afraid to say so online. I mean,
what if I retire from motherhood one day and want to go back to public
education? Once I hit publish on this
thing it’s public. And permanent. And bound to be unpopular amongst the educators
on any future hiring committees if they read it (paranoid, right?). But even though I haven’t worked in education
since Eden was born, I still care about it passionately. I guess I just want to weigh in a little on
what’s happening. So the Union members
in Chicago are on strike because the bosses said so. Who knows how long it will last? In my next post I’ll give you my take on the
issues over which they are striking. I
know, I know, you can hardly wait!