The glowing graduation rate increases that turned superintendents into national superstars have been largely lies. They didn't like the count, so they changed the scoring.
I'm proud that only the Tribune had the guts to print the truth.
As usual, kids pay the penalties for perverted pedagogic professionals.
Former Sparks-Reno-Washoe school boss Heath Morrison has a cushy new job in Charlotte, North Carolina. He was named U.S. superintendent of the year and brought national honors to the local hierarchy. Like the fast-talking music man he is, traveling salesman Morrison knew when to get outta Dodge.
I proved that his astounding graduation rate rise was not only phony but could not be sustained. He raced to the land of NASCAR and Jesse Helms just in time to take credit for another unprecedented increase-caused in part because his initial senior class would be the first under weaker requirements passed by the NC legislature years before. Slick.
Clark County superintendent Dwight Jones hired current local super Pedro Martinez away from Morrison. Las Vegas grad rates rose like magic. Jones resigned immediately thereafter. Slick and sick.
Martinez then completed the game of musical chairs by taking Morrison's job here. Slicker and sicker.
I warned that the numbers racket would make moonhowlers moan that this proves a causal relationship between gutting school budgets and improving education. The local chamber of intercourse asserted exactly that. Slickest and sickest.
The conservative fix for education has always been to privatize it for profit. That's worked really well for health care and the military, hasn't it?
The High Desert Plantation sits at the bottom of the educational apple barrel. It's like having a football team that never wins a game so the coaches and players brag about great individual numbers.
Now we know that even those soothing stats are a shuck. The apple is rotten.
Only the state teachers' union has proposed a remedy and gotten thoroughly trashed for its trouble. At least they're taking action in the face of cowardly state and local officials.
Their petition to raise $800 million a year with a new business tax is under attack from friends, enemies, house pets and barnyard animals.
Alas and alack, the predictable pervasive fearmongering usually wins with the usual witch-hunting warning: You'll lose your job.
I didn't know there were many jobs left to lose.
The teachers' petition has many flaws but nobody has proposed any alternative.
The day I predicted in 1982 has finally arrived: If you want to raise a family and educate your children, take a cue from the Music Man and move somewhere else.
Nevada loves education. We just refuse to pay for it.
Esté bien. Haga infierno.
Be well. Raise hell.