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RPCV Trevor Cottle works in Bilingual Education
|By Hector Tapia Perez (pm584-04.dialip.mich.net - 220.127.116.11) on Sunday, August 28, 2005 - 9:49 am: Edit Post|
Hello Trevor, I enjoyed the article about your classroom. It reminded my of the day I came in from recess when I was in kindergarden at Madison Elementary in Adrian, Michigan. The teachers were all crying. It was a cultural schock for me. I got the idea that white people like to cry. Then I remember Mrs. Rambo telling us that our President Kennedy had been assasinated. I hardly knew what a president was. I'm 47, and both my wife,Sue are teachers for Detroit Public Schools. The violence people hear about is true, unfortunately. The intrinsic rewards from teaching the downtrodden children are priceless. I posted a message for Sue and staff. I hope it gets approved. I believe you and your staff will create many Hectors in the future. I have my masters from Wayne State University, and several people have documented my art classroom based on the incredible success that my students are having. Just think, my cousin who mother is white, used to tell me when I was five, " Hector your saying choose instead of shoes; Say it like this, I'm putting on my shoes." I've put on many different pairs on over the years, through teachers' guidance like your staff, I now wear teachers shoes. Keep up the great work, my brother! Now you have a homeboy in Detroit that your welcome to use as a resource. My story is on the web, just type in Hector Tapia Perez or free rare foundation video. You should be able to order it online. Keep in touch. Peace and Love,
Hector Tapia Perez
|By Hector Tapia Perez (pm584-04.dialip.mich.net - 18.104.22.168) on Sunday, August 28, 2005 - 9:25 am: Edit Post|
Hi Susan and middle school staff. I stumbled across your site when I was doing a search for my lost cousins in Monterrey, Mexico. I saw a reference to Martinez. I read that he had killed someone. My mother is a maternal grandfather is a Martinez from there. She died in 79 so I never got to meet that side of my family.
I teach in probably the roughest cities in the world,Detroit,Michigan, specifically southwest Detroit. I serve as a mentor for the kids in the 'hood. Detroit is about 80 African American. Hispanics are coming from all parts of Mexico and they are the masons and cement workers. Southwest Detroit used to be torn up, now it's getting a fine face lift.
I was born and raised in Adrian, Michigan. Sunnyside is the neighborhood where the original farm workers settled. Check it out on the web, Michign State University had done research there. My story is on the web. Type in free rare foundation video. Teachers in Michigan can order the DVD online. Let me know if you can't get the video; you should be able to get it. It was produced with a grant from the U.S. Dept. of Ed. It was produced to encourage mentoring and peace. The video compresses my story much better that I can communicate in an e-mail. Your town is going through the similar chain of events that occurred in Adrian.
I chose to write you because I'm a middle school teacher too. Just think of the power you have simply from the sound waves coming from your mouth as you speak to your class. I think it must be the "dark matter" that scientists talk about. It was a girl named Sue that woke up my spirit. I used to mess with heroin when I was 16. I eventually married her. She is a teacher at Detroit Southwestern. If you know of any sports buffs, it is where my wife taught Jalen Rose, Howard Eisley, and Voshon Leonard. They are all professional basketball players. It is also the school in the ghetto that produced Dr. Ben Carson, a young black child who lashed out at some racist children and attemtpted to stab the mean boy. He still uses a knife, maybe its a laser. He became the nation's youngest chief of neurosurgery for children at the nation's top rated hospital, John Hopkins Medical Center in Baltimore, Md. Check out his web site.
We see close to a murder a day in Detroit on the news. It's not a pretty site. Gangs are the new urban terrorists that no one seems to address. I do in my classroom. We try to create new visions in our art classroom. Gangs arise when children have no sense of belonging. That's where we teachers come in. Some of my best talent comes from the fatherless children, all financially poor, but spiritually rich. I started getting attention because my students ecxell in art and because I mentor them. My first mentee, Isaac Moreno, from Monterrey, Mexico, is now an aritst in residence in Harlem, NYC. I don't know how long you've been teaching, but any thing I can do to help any budding artists or knucklehead who plans to be the next Al Capone. I'm in my twentieth year. It's Sunday morning, I thank God that I can be of service to your community. Remember the power of your voice.
We've had tons of professional development workshops in Detroit Public Schools, but they never seem to hit the nail on the head. I plan on looking into the speaking circuit. Many of the speakers have grandiose ideas, but were ineffective in the real classroom. My students are African American, Hispanic (from all points of Latin America), and White. You'll see how we get along in the video. Oh, do you have any chilren from Michoacan, Guanajuato, San Luis Potosi, or Nuevo Leon? My grandparents were from those states.
Peace and Love, Hector Tapia Perez
|By molamark 22.214.171.124 (126.96.36.199) on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 12:24 am: Edit Post|
Hector mi hermano, te saludo desde coral springs fl. Como tu trabajo en las escuelas publicas como Family Counselor para ninos con disabilidades. Nunca te olvidare ni nuestro pasado alli en EMU. He pasado las ultimas 30 anos viajando emn america latina especialmente Mexico. Como podria olvidarte y nuestro querido Dr Ruiz. I have mellowed with the years and would love to hear from you. We have been ona similiar journey all these years Que Dios te bendiga y tu familia mark tazook
|By Mary Perez-Flores (188.8.131.52) on Monday, November 10, 2008 - 6:27 am: Edit Post|
I just stumbled onto to this site. this belongs to my little brother, Hector. We did not live our child hood together as I was sent to the convent at the age of 13. I now live in Detroit and my brother has moved on to Hawaii due to his health. The view years I have made contact with my brother has left me with a great impression that I cry bacause I am so proud of what he has accomplished after a rough teen life. Because of this he has been able to help many students succeed and prosper. Hector does motivational speaking for the teachers to teach them not to have such a high rate of drop outs. Standing ovations for his speaches that again make me very proud of my brother as a teacher of Art, a gift that has been passed on to students from Detroit that have such a talent they didn't know they had!