Atlanta Must Reads for that Week: APS cheating fallout, pit bulls, along with a black widow
Rachel Aviv within the New Yorker around the APS cheating scandal
Out of all news accounts of cheating within the Atlanta Public Schools system, the private toll around the teachers who felt made to cheat has frequently been overlooked. Within this compellingly readable piece, Aviv chronicles what went down at one school-Parks Middle-with the story of 1 teacher, Damany Lewis. (You might recall his name out of this salient detail that arrived on the scene in testimony: Lewis was the teacher who accepted to swiping an evaluation guide from the sealed packet and then utilizing a cigarette lighter to reseal the plastic.) Aviv shows pressure that teachers and principals familiar with a method whose superintendent, Beverly Hall, counted test scores most importantly. Writes Aviv:
Hall belonged to some movement of reformers who thought that the of this marketplace could resuscitate public education. She contacted the task just like a business executive: she courted philanthropists, set accountability measures, and produced performance objectives which were more rigorous than individuals needed by No Child Left Out, which grew to become law in 2002. Whenever a school met its targets, all employees, including bus motorists and cafeteria staff, received as much as two 1000 dollars. She linked teacher evaluations to check scores and cautioned principals that they’d be fired when they didn’t meet targets within 3 years. Eventually, 90 percent were replaced. She repeated the mantra “No exceptions with no excuses.”
Michael Daly within the Daily Animal on Alix Tichelman, the “black widow of Plastic Valley”
There’s been a hurry to understand more about Tichelman, the twenty-something Atlanta call girl allegedly active in the heroin dying of Google executive Forrest Hayes. Daly’s pulled together probably the most readable account up to now (although, there’s some risk in hurrying the reporting on the longform piece such as this I know our buddies at Creative Loafing take umbrage with being known as “Casual Loafing.”) Everybody wants to understand about Tichelman, and Daly supplies a sensational introduction:
The detectives learned that the lady was an passionate poster on social networking who passed the internet name AK Kennedy. The Twitter handle @AKKennedyxx created her real identity: Alix Tichelman, aged 26. Her profile described her like a “makeup artist/model/stylist/hustler/author/baddest bitch/exotic dancer.” The tattoos within the published photos confirmed the 26-year-old Atlanta native was indeed the lady within the video, as did a fingerprint she’d unsuccessful to wipe from the wine glass.
Tom Junod in Esquire around the dog
Within the August issue of Esquire, the magazine’s Marietta-based author-at-large has performed double feats: He’s sparked outrage among fortysomething ladies and their supporters and won the allegiance of dog-proprietors as well as their defenders. Like a lady of 48 who counts Junod like a friend, I’ll allow you to draw your personal conclusions concerning the former piece. With regards to the second, Junod crafts a cogent (and also at occasions gutwrenching) defense from the dog, mainly told with the tales of their own dogs. The feature concentrates on shelters and save groups in metro Atlanta and features a heartwarming gallery of merry-searching pits. Junod writes:
Mtss is a story a good American dog: my dog, Dexter. And since Dexter is really a dog, this is a tale concerning the American dog, because pit bulls have altered the way in which Americans consider dogs generally. Reviled, pit bulls have grown to be representative. There’s not one other dog that figures as frequently within the national narrative-not one other dog as vilified around the evening news, not one other dog as defended on tv programs, not one other dog as mythologized by both its opponents and it is advocates, not one other dog as discriminated against, not one other dog as wantonly bred, not one other dog as much mistreated, not one other dog as promiscuously abandoned, not one other dog as prone to finish in a pet shelter, not one other dog as apt to be saved, not one other dog as apt to be wiped out. In ways, the dog is just about the only American dog, since it is the only real American dog that is a united states metaphor-and also the only American dog that individuals bother to mention. Whenever a cocker spaniel bites, it will in order part of its species it’s never not your dog. Whenever a dog bites, it will in order part of its breed. A dog isn’t not a dog.
Rodney Carmichael in Creative Loafing on street art misappropriation
Not everybody is satisfied when murals were installed on walls or vacant structures within their neighborhoods. But lots of folks appreciate street art, including, it appears, corporations behind big new developments. As Carmichael writes:
Within the ephemeral realm of street art, respect is difficult to earn. Between graffiti taggers, neighborhood vigilantes, and out-of-touch city governments which make little differentiation between art work and vandalism, it’s no question practitioners could possibly get sensitive regarding their craft.
Then when a nearby enthusiast broke the code from the roads by appropriating the job of countless such artists for any corporate organization without supplying credit or compensation, he earned themself an electronic beatdown.
Finally, a plug for any story from your pages:
Christine Van Dusen’s “Foul Territory,” that will come in the August issue of Atlanta magazine and it was printed online now, includes a unique interview with Fred Fletcher, who made the agonizing decision to file a lawsuit the Atlanta Braves after his youthful daughter’s skull was fractured in 31 places after being hit with a foul ball in a 2010 Braves-Mets game. As Van Dusen writes:
In a typical major league game, between 35 and 40 batted balls fly in to the stands. For a lot of fans, this is because much an element of the experience as beer and peanuts. They convey their weathered mitts and wait for ball to loop lazily on the horizon before plummeting toward the seats. Line drive foul balls will vary. In humans, there’s no such factor being an “instant” response what we should see should be construed through the brain, which process may take a tenth of the second. If your ball travels at 100 mph, it’ll have already covered twelve ft even before you realize it’s headed toward you. That, obviously, assumes you’re really having to pay attention. Even professional baseball players, compensated huge amount of money for his or her reflexes and hands-eye coordination, get clocked every now and then. (And they’ve a proper fear in June, North Park Padre Alex Torres grew to become the very first pitcher to put on an Major league baseball-approved padded helmet, annually following a former teammate was struck around the mound.)
Postcript: Mayor Reed’s Twitter blocks
Certainly one of my picks for a week ago would be a guest column in Creative Loafing around the APS-BeltLine dispute over TAD payments. Obviously, Mayor Kasim Reed didn’t share my enthusiasm for that piece coupled with his staff draft a release critiquing the content. The mayor also blocked Creative Loafing news editor Thomas Wheatley and reporter Max Blau on Twitter. As Wheatley and Blau rapidly recognized, they aren’t alone in becoming put into a social networking break by Hizzoner.