Yesterday, I sat in my rocking chair beneath the Campbell Avenue sign and read The Sweet Smell of Roses by Angela Johnson to my third graders. This book is a tribute to the children who marched with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It was a perfect day to read it.
Many of the children who sat before me on the rug, had stood beside me at the General Assembly Building the day before. As we discussed the title, the children spontaneously broke into song. They sang the freedom songs they’d been singing in music with Mr. Winslow: “Oh, Freedom,” “Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around.” There are sacred moments in a classroom and this was one of them.
I didn’t steal the sign that hangs above my rocking chair in Room 204. It is a replica of the street sign on the Avenue that runs through Shirlington in Arlington. We were given this replica when the street was renamed after my husband’s parents, Edmund and Elizabeth Campbell, to commemorate their contributions to Virginia and Washington. We decided it would be most appropriate to place it in my public school classroom. I love that it is there. The sign prompts history to be told. I could tell a love story about my in-laws, and every word would be true, but that love story is part of a bigger story. This story is about two citizens who made a difference in the world in which they lived.
I told their story last week. I told of an educator and a prominent lawyer who worked tirelessly for the rights of all citizens. I told how my father-in-law argued one of the cases that finally knocked out the massive resistance laws that segregated education for so long in the state of Virginia. I told how my mother-in-law worked hard to be the first woman elected to the school board so she could stand up for the rights of children… and how she later started educational television in Washington (WETA). I told the story of how my in-laws stood up for what was right in a time when it was costly to do so.
In teaching history, “then” becomes a lens for now. I explained that as citizens we can all make a big difference in little ways by standing up for what we believe is right. I shared with my children that I’d written letters to our representatives about the injustice of proposed school funding cuts that would abolish preschool, school breakfast, and would increase class sizes.
On Friday afternoon, as we streamed out of the school building towards the weekend, Sarah Gross was handing out flyers for a “Save Our Schools” rally at the capitol.
Save Our Schools. It had a familiar ring and it took me a while to remember why.
“During the mid- to late-1950s, Edmund and his wife Elizabeth were instrumental in the formation of the Save Our Schools Committee, organized to fight Virginia’s policy of “massive resistance” to Supreme Court desegregation decisions. In 1958, he persuaded Federal courts to declare Virginia’s massive resistance laws unconstitutional. His efforts to oppose massive resistance to school desegregation resulted in a ripple effect throughout the South.” –Arlington Department of Libraries
Holding the flyer in my hand, I knew I would attend this rally and hoped the parents of my students would find out about it, too. I decided to do my part to make sure they did. I invited parents and children to join me.
On Sunday we stood across the street from the General Assembly building and chanted. “Save Our Schools.” “Freeze the LCI.” “Tax cars, not kids.” The capitol police were friendly and helpful. They are parents, too.
As I stood with my husband, I couldn’t help but think of his parents. I looked at the crowd — at the many children holding signs they’d made themselves — and I realized something. When concerned citizens come together to protect the rights of all people, it is a love story. It is a love story that makes a difference.
I love the SOL citation at the end. In conjunction with the sound track, it gave me goose bumps.
The connections to the SOLs– so relevant. This is the learning that matters! When I teach my VCU students about meaningful education, this is what I mean! Ainsley just asked why you chose this song—she remembered it from the Black History Month PTA meeting—and now the 5 year old too is dreaming of MLK and change and using your voice and having hope. Thank you.
Annie, thanks for such a wonderful wonderful tribute to my parents. They would be so pleased to be associated with the rally. Also what a wonderful tribute to mom and dad byArlington County.
It’s great that you did this together.
Okay, reading your story is making me teary eyed and I am at work!! Thank you for all that you do and the difference you are making in our children’s lives.
The SOLs at the end did it for me. What a wonderful way to remind us all of what’s really important.
I love you, Annie Campbell. Always. And forever.
Well, my daughter Marie was right, this video did make me teary eyed. As a teacher in a small rural community it is amazing to see kids, parents, and teachers come together for a purpose; their children’s future. I applaud you and your blog. I will read it regularly.
Annie… Not one day goes by that Andrew P. doesn’t make an amazing comment of what is going on in room 204. We wish we had been at the Rally, and we also wish Bob MacDonnel could see this video… I don’t know what will happen to the budget, but I do know that you have already made a difference in the future of all the children in 204.