Reader’s Digest version-
A black teacher from Atlanta was looking for a change, so she went to a jobs fair and was recruited by some people from Portland, Oregon.
They promised her the world, and she accepted. On day one she knew there was going to be a problem.
The kids of Portlandia were little snowflakes that screamed at their elders and got away with it because reprimanding them with a little dose of reality was “belittling.”
When parents were given evaluations of their little spun sugar works of art, the new teacher told them the truth.
“Your kid never shuts up, never wants to do work and is always either disrupting or wanting to play.”
The white hippie douchebags would call the school and say the teacher wasn’t giving enough “positive feedback.”
They wanted positive feedback, even if it meant saying, “your little monster says thank you after he beats up a kid and takes his lunch money. And for that, we’re grateful.”
Of course, the teacher plays the race card in the story, implying the Potlandia people had it in for her because she’s black.
That’s not the case at all. They WANTED her because she was black. That makes them special people. Better people. But black people are expected to play along with their fantasies, just like white people.
There education system is correct, better, progressive, even while they churn out moronic, entitled little sh!theads.
The black lady was just trendy black furniture, form over function. They just got tired of the lack of ergonomics and threw that cool black chair away.
ht/ jerry manderin