it was my third year

as i said before requiem for a high homicide enclave is my attempt to make sense of the latimes homicide report. i first encountered the blog, comments and maps reading about the death of los angeles high school band member michael pena and reading his story it brought back a lot of memories that i had long ago pushed aside.
i was teaching music sometime in 1997 or 1998 at john marshall high school in los angeles. the los feliz/silverlake area had been one of the more affluent parts of los angeles, but high home values and an aging local population created a dramatic change in the schools demographics starting in the late 80's. by the time i started teaching in 1995 many parents from the area were sending their children to private schools and the typical marshall student came from the densely populated apartment rows in echo park or hollywood. it was a challenging but rewarding job which alternated between some of the highest and lowest moments i have experienced in the classroom.
by my third year i was very happy with the way the program was growing. we (my wife was teaching dance and colorguard) both had grown accustomed to teaching in an urban school; for the most part kids are kids, its just when something goes wrong with them there is no "safety net", like when somebody gets really sick, it can throw a family into turmoil. not only do they have to deal with the lack of access to proper medical care, but then how they will pay the bills while a parent is sick. what happens next is that your student might just stop coming to school and start working to pay the bills.
by this time i though i had seen most everything, but teaching that day started as a real shocker. sometime in the morning word got back to me that 3 of my best students had beaten the living bejesus out of a freshman band member. i was in shock and really mad at those kids, mainly because it challenged everything i thought i had "taught" my students. there was a lot of crazy things that happened outside of school, but i thought we had created a culture where it was clear that "we don't do those things in our band". i was proud to show off to anybody who would listen that my kids were respectful of each other and knew that more was expected of them when they joined my program.
i was so upset and didn't even send them to the office. i just told them to go home and i didn't want to see them at rehearsal after school. for most kids this was the worst punishment i could give, being at home usually meant becoming the primary child care provider for their siblings. the next day all three students showed up and wanted to talk. after 4-5 minutes of ranting how they let me down and said something like, "in what world can you use violence to solve anything?" one of them sheepishly said "we had to do it, he is going to get us killed".
that is when i stopped talking and started listening.
the three of them took turns explaining the situation; they ride a number of city busses to school and everyday the same thing unfolds; as they are waiting for their next bus the local gangbanger harasses them and to which the freshman always has a quick comeback. over time the harassment escalates and of course my older students quickly realize where this is going. as they see it its too far to walk and there is no other way to come to school. they have tried to talk to the freshman, but he thinks its all fun and games. and then they explained there was only one thing the could do.
so i pulled in the freshman and we all talked it out. or i should say, they talked it out. at that point it really sunk in that no matter how much i though i knew about these students, i could really never fully understand what their lives were like outside of school.
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