Margot Pepper
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An Open Letter to an Immigration Judgeby Margot Pepper No Corporation Left Behind: How A Century of Illegitimate Testing Has Been Used to Justify Internal Colonialismby Margot Pepper “I feel like a bad person.” “I feel like a snail without a shell whose heart has been stepped on.” These feelings were jotted down in Spanish by my second graders during the four weeks of standardized tests required by the No Child Left Behind Act (NCLB). The educational policy was instituted on the heels of the September 11 attacks by President George Bush, backed by both Democrats and Republicans. My students are required to take tests in Standard English, though half have yet to make the transition from Spanish to a second language in my immersion classroom. 2nd Graders Read Poems Against Classmate's Deportation on UnivisionMargot's students read their poems El Tecolote Literary Series Saturday October 6 from 2-5 pmFeaturing Margot Pepper, Lorna Dee Cervantes and Ina Cumpiano Festival of Lightby Margot Pepper In memory of Rachel Corrie The swans knew the sun had set. They retreated under the bridges to tuck necks under wings in slumber, and it was another exodus of light: the departure of brilliant white leaving only the dismal colors of dusk—the mercurial river, clouds like coals long since burned to ash. The scene was etched in metal, cold, colorless, hard; the red, ochre and olive houses, lusterless, mildewed. Then came droves of dwellers rushing sea-side streets, in spite of the weather, and despite the fact that the last intimations of light would soon vanish. There must have been thousands. Who’d have believed it?--past nine on a Sunday night, Kira thought. Families pushing prams along sidewalks with clear vented plastic encasing babies, parents holding umbrellas over the heads of older siblings or allowing them to skip alongside bundled in rain hats and slickers. This was why the roads had been jammed for days, and the couple’s cramped little B&B, the last vacancy in the village. The Acrobatby Margot Pepper For Piri Thomas, living muse to so many of us The Bay surrounded the runway on three of four sides, agitated, black as obsidian with reflections of moonlight like the small fingernail carvings in an ancient arrowhead. Across the expanse of darkness, the bracelet of lights of the San Francisco Bay bridge glittered, accentuating the silhouettes of the Transamerica pyramid in North Beach and financial buildings beyond. The cumulous clouds created by the fog hovered over the base, trapping in the smoky color of the circus’ gold lights. The tremendous beige canvas tent rose up, out of the ruins of the closed base like the chimera or hallucination of a city. Who Owes Whomby Margot "Pimienta" Pepper And what if we interrupted What if we stripped the presses of We are not the trespassers Work Work Workby Margot Pepper Studies have shown that the time workers believe they have to themselves really belongs to an authoritarian presence, particularly on week nights. For no apparent reason the subject will up and leave a movie, a party, even a steamy moment of passion. In 97% of the cases the explanation the subjects gave was the same: “I have to work tomorrow.” Sending in the Troopsby Margot Pepper Photos arriving on the wire. At This Very Momentby Margot Pepper At this very moment |