Letters to the Editor: Kevin de León and Gil Cedillo, why haven’t you resigned?
The “lifer” has left office
Kevin de León, the new chairman of the N.M. Democratic Party, had the same reaction I had after reading his biography, “The New Mestiza.”
The author tells us, “As an immigrant Latino, my family was forced to go to a private school in the South and live without the opportunities that other Hispanics, including my brother, enjoyed in New Mexico. We moved a short drive from my parents’ home to Santa Fe, where I attended high school.
“But my grades were abysmal, and I didn’t do so well on college entrance exams. With my parents’ encouragement, I attended community college for two years, graduated, and moved to Albuquerque. That’s when my education really began. I graduated from the University of New Mexico with a BA in English literature and a BA in communication. I majored in writing because my dad, an educator, said I would probably turn out to be a writer.
“After graduation, I moved to Los Angeles to attend UCLA Extension School, which is a wonderful thing. Then I studied at Cal State Northridge, got a master’s degree in English and communications, and got my teaching credential. And I was offered a job as a high school teacher by the local school district.
“But I decided to apply to Stanford, which was a little higher priced but offered its own academic program. I interviewed with them and got the job, and we moved to a place in Palo Alto called the Stanford Graduate School of Education.”
As the author said, “It was a wonderful opportunity, but I soon discovered that Stanford graduate students don’t like the idea of working with adults, especially not in small, rural schools. So I went to a different school, the San Francisco State University School of Education. It was a very different experience. There was no problem getting teaching credentials–I was the first person to obtain one–but the school was located in a ghetto, and I was not given much autonomy. I was expected to do whatever I was told.
“The job lasted eight years before I finally got a raise and a transfer to El Camino College, which was located in a place called San Jose, near Walnut Creek. I worked there for five years and got a Ph.D in education, which opened new doors