Launch of Justice University

As tough a year as I've had since being a rookie teacher - mantra: my toughest classes make be better. Learning how to use Google Classroom, & Google Docs in innovative ways. Was dragged into all day prof development in how to scaffold academic discourse - surprisingly, I loved it

Several of my kids came to me broken, hostile to learning, which has forced me to dig deep.

Yesterday, went to my dad's 89th birthday party, which was also the official launch of Justice University. My dad wrote:
"Justice University was conceived to overcome the rigidity within the global university world to the "Just Third Way" paradigm's critique of traditional and competing economic paradigms."

Having had a front row seat to his life's work, l understand the importance of controlling the message, & initially the focus will be on developing a certification program. I'll help set up his initial Google Classroom & Google Docs, & help him set up a colkaborative format. Need to learn Pear Deck, an ievaluation system that integrates w/Google Docs.

We had, on the conference call, an ally who wa Lech Walesa's communications manager, who has been getting white papers into the hans of world leaders. I spent time with an old family friend who co-founded the Center for Strategic and International Studies. In the early 60's,  our friend & 2 foreign svc agents from Russia ate dinner at our house. Back then, my dad was calling Kelso's work "the Capitalist Revolution." My dad would have me toast at dinner, "up the capitalist revolution!" And I did that at dinner that night. Years later they would inquire, how's our little capitalist?"

I learned about how our friend, Bob Crane, brother of Phil Crane, had been fired as Kissinger's Dep. Dir of ... (not sure what) because he had written a book w/ a preface by Gerald Ford, that espoused a view that American policy must take moral positions. I understand now why Kissinger groomed Kushner.

Anyway, crazy busy w/upcoming testing season

Social Justice in action

Yesterday, I thought I had my mic on while I was typing furiously on OneNote while my dad was telling one of his social action stories from Greenwood, Mississippi, where Bob Moses, a leader of the Student Non-violent Coordinating Committee, was at a church organizing black congregationists to submit protest ballots at the courthouse. The national press corps had surrounded the courthouse, expecting a scene. The sheriff had threatened to jail anyone who tried to submit a protest ballot. My dad, wearing a black suit, black shoes, and a black briefcase, negotiated  with the Sheriff. "You're one of Bobby Kennedy's boy?" the sheriff drawled. My dad smiled. "Why do you have that camera?"

I won't use it if I don't need it."

The sheriff agreed to let the parishioners submit their protest votes as long as there wasn't any trouble.

Nothing happened, to the disappointment of the national press.

But my mic wasn't on. Very frustrating.