In the spirit of a Disney theme at school, who remembers this scene from Lion King?
Poor Zasu. Living the dream one day under Mufasa’s protection, then imprisoned by the evil Scar the next. And don’t get me started about listening to those hyenas non-stop and not being able to do anything about it.
That song that Zasu is singing though…have you heard it before? It’s what keeps coming to my mind after this week. “Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, nobody knows my sorrow.” Can’t you just feel the emotion? It’s a song with an amazing history, beginning as an African-American spiritual during slavery, being published for the first time during Reconstruction, and finding popular acclaim during the 20th Century performed by legendary artists like Louie Armstrong, Mahalia Jackson, and Sam Cooke. What a song. Just a classic.
But after this year and after last week especially, I’m sure that’s how many of us feel. Like we have to take a licking and keep on ticking, and either we can’t defend ourselves or nobody’s defending us. That we have to absorb blow after blow and take on more and more with no relief or support. Constantly questioned, even as a professional with multiple degrees and decades of experience. Not trusted to complete the simplest of tasks without being challenged. I get it. It’s a bad place to be in mentally, spiritually, and physically, let alone professionally. But that’s where we are.
So, I decided that song wouldn’t apply to us anymore. Nobody knows? No longer the case. This week alone I’ve shared all of the inappropriate, unprofessional, profane, and antagonistic emails and voicemails our teachers have received. I will continue to raise the awareness of what you all are enduring on a daily basis, when not a single one of us would be here if we didn’t want what’s best for kids. I hurt for you all and will absorb as much of it as I can until things change.
People will know the trouble you’ve seen, people will know your sorrow, and better days will return to the Pride Lands! It’s the Circle of Life!