Browsing: A Message from The Publisher

     Spike Lee wrote, directed, and acted in the movie, Do the Right Thing, some 30 years ago. He was trying to demonstrate that doing the right thing is not always doing what’s right. Sometimes we have the right to do something, but it is not necessarily the right thing.

     The Regular School Board Meeting for the School Board of Broward County is in session. The Honorable Board Chair Torey Alston presiding.

     Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. The results of races came pouring in last Tuesday and there were some winners, some losers and some interesting “to be continued’” to come.

BCPS’ Tangled Web of Deception

   Reorganizing a company as large as BCPS can have its challenges, but Super Cartwright just makes it look so grossly unfair. I was disappointed, but not at all surprised to learn that a correction had to be made to the Spanish version of the Referendum. Ballots have been printed and early voting has begun, yet someone at Broward Schools (of course, not Cartwright as she has a history of pointing the finger of blame to someone else) failed to ensure the language was correct on the ballot; therefore, a correction has been created. But, how will voters be informed?

     I felt dirty and smelly, like I had been working for the old ABC septic tank cleaning company after reading the two letters, one from Anna Fusco of the Broward Teachers Union (BTU) and one from Lisa Maxwell of Broward Principals and Assistants Association (BPAA).

   There is so much at stake, and it is the reason why I cannot, you cannot, and WE cannot afford to stay home and sit this one out. There is so much at stake from life to death.

     Bluntly speaking, it is frustrating that in South Florida, one of the most diverse communities you can find, people speak about diversity and equity but do not practice what they preach when making decisions. The current School Board is a prime example. It lacks diversity in race and gender, and yet the decisions made by them scream the need for change. A white female school superintendent is being led by nine blind bosses, eight of them white women. When studying the picture of them, all smiling for the camera, it brings about a deep sadness for the students in Broward, as if a family portrait was taken and you were told to excuse yourself.

     In considering how to best get this work done, Cartwright, if smart, has no other choice but to choose Wanza as Deputy Superintendent. It is not a matter of who you like, but what you need. I don’t like cold ice water, but if I were in the hell that Cartwright is in, I would take what I need and drink up.  

     If beating a dead horse was a person, I would surely have a cowboy hat, like my daddy on my head and a leather whip in my hand.