The members of Board of Education nodded their heads in unison as if prompted by ventriloquists, while we took turns making our remarks. That only seven parents out of a school with 300 students showed up did not help our cause. Perhaps I expected too much from people. It was "American Idol" night after all, and after a long day at work, people needed to catch up on the Important Things! Like playing Words with Friends! And Farmville!
Despite our pleas, the forced resignation of our school's highly respected, untenured principal was accepted. He was the casualty of politics, personnel shuffling, and all of the things that make the business of running a school district unsavory.
After the meeting, I decided to be brazen, interrupt people's Farmville time, and ask parents to write letters. The Board had made up their mind, yet it was important for them to see that we would not take their decision lying down. We were "Concerned Parents." We were watching.
Many parents responded with enthusiasm. They wrote letters. They asked their friends to write letters. Others declined. Other ignored.
As I spoke to parents, some were taken aback by my demonstrative stance. I was forceful. I was brash. I wasn't behaving like a Fierce Diva.
Sometimes being a Fierce Diva does not get the job done, especially with the Board of Education or other red tape institutions.
In these select and special instances, forget about being a Fierce Diva. You will need to become a crazymotherfucker.
You know me, Divas. I'm no helicopter parent. I don't jump in front of my children to protect them from every potential, random, imaginary harm. However, when it comes to the "big issues," the ones where they actually need protection, such as their health, their safety, or their schooling, I will be the first one to open my mouth.
Not only am I not afraid of the Board knowing I'm a crazymotherfucker, I want them to know. I want them to fully understand that I am the mom who will organize letter writing campaigns and stage protests. Throw me in jail! I don't care. I've been there before, as you know. I want them to know that I am the mom who will call the local newspapers, "Seven on Your Side," and Michelle Rhee, former Chancellor of the Washington D.C. Public Schools, the Ultimate Fierce Diva AND crazymotherfucker, to come up here and straighten out their asses. Oooooh, I'd like to see them try to fuck with her.
It's best not to act like a crazymotherfucker alone. The more crazymotherfuckers you can round up, the better. My guess is that if 300 parents had shown up for that Board of Education meeting instead of staying home for "American Idol," and we had all acted like crazymotherfuckers, maybe the Board would have made a concession. Perhaps they would have held one of their closed "emergency sessions" to reevaluate the resignation of our principal.
Although it's best not to act alone as a crazymotherfucker, someone has to be the first. When a cause hits your town that you believe in and that requires someone to rock the boat, perhaps you will be the one who leads the crusade. When you ask others to join in, some may refuse. They may tell you that the issue has no impact on them. But it does. Everything that happens in this world affects all of us, whether we realize it or not. When you begin to realize it's not about "you" and that it's actually about "us," then you have truly become a Fierce Diva.
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*This is a post from last year that I am "recycling" for Adrienne's "Going Green" link up!