Why Not Just Remain Silent?

I just read a blog by a person, who makes his living as a writer.   That has always been my aspiration.    He was told in the 9th grade that he didn’t have a brain in his head.   I was first told that in the 3rd grade   Matt, supposedly a brainless wonder,  described how he loved to learn but couldn’t be taught in school.  Nevertheless, he could write because he had a God given talent. This successful writer and former F student declared doctors and other professionals needed degrees but writers who were creative didn’t.   My heart was pounding, as I read,  and it was difficult to have all the memories come racing through my mind. What most people don’t know is that very little of what doctors need to know is taught to them in college. Regarding “unique” learners such as myself and some minority members, Q&A drills are something people, who are oppressed, can despise. Often we have been taught in any situation to say, “I don’t know anything,” if we know what’s good for us. The subconscious kicks in without our realizing it. Furthermore, we have different sources of reference. Words that may mean one thing to a teacher can mean something completely different to us. My English was very advanced. My parents were also older and used slang my teachers didn’t understand. “He was putting on the dog,” meant to me that he was showing off.   To my classmates, because of the almost British accent I had at the time, it meant that I was a some kind of a loon. My parents had taught me to speak with a broad A.. They thought that made it easier for me to be understood and didn’t want me to have a New York City dialect.    The only thing my teachers and classmates knew about me was that I needed to be shut up.   There is so much I could say on the subject of brilliance being dismissed as ignorance and or mental illness,  but without a PhD, it would be hard to get people to listen. Throughout my life, I have promised God if I could get anywhere I would teach people who have been oppressed. But it hasn’t happened yet. I still, however, try to teach in my own humble way, even if it’s only some posting on the net that almost no one reads or a few words in a conversation that almost no one hears.  I have not been able to use the Master’s Degree in Education to the extent that I wanted to – I earned the degree at almost the age of 60. Yet I still have faith that I will be heard. We must be the voice for the voiceless.  Those, with so much to give, will one day soon speak out for themselves if we do not remain silent.  That is why nothing can shut me up.  🙂