Saturday coffee.


Jim Fennerty of the National Lawyers Guild. 

Illinois teachers are still shaking their heads over Squeezy’s choice of Paul Vallas as his running mate.

One teacher friend wrote saying it was enough to make her pull a Republican ballot in the primary to vote against Rauner. She was convinced a Quinn/Vallas combo could not win in November against Rauner and is terrified that Rauner would win.

This kind of stuff makes my head hurt.

Rauner. Quinn. Vallas. Brady. Dillard. Rutherford. Whatever.

The Tribune’s John Kass asks an interesting question:

What surprises me is that Rauner didn’t get Vallas on his side. Vallas had soured on the Democrats after the 2002 campaign, and even considered running as a Republican for the Cook County Board. The two of them — with their knowledge of budgets and finance — would have been formidable.

As for the governor’s race, I’ll go with that old sage advice: Don’t vote for any gubernatorial candidate. It only encourages them.

And union teachers should make it clear to our leadership that there should be no endorsement of any of these clowns for governor.

Meanwhile, I’ll pull a Democratic Party ballot in the primary and vote for Will Guzzardi for the 39th House seat. A victory for Guzzardi will encourage others to change the political landscape, as CTU President Karen Lewis says.

Speaking of Karen Lewis, Anne and I were at the annual dinner of the Chicago National Lawyers Guild last night. They were honoring the lawyers who represent the Chicago Teachers Union.

A banquet hall full of lawyers would normally make me nervous. But this was a room full of multi-generational lawyers who serve the progressive Movement.

If you take part in protest demonstrations in the City you can always recognize the lawyers from the National Lawyers Guild. They are the ones wearing the bright green caps. They are there to see to it that the first amendment still means something. Even in Rahm’s Chicago.

The NLG was founded in 1937 as a progressive alternative to the American Bar Association by the general counsels of the major labor unions. It was the first integrated bar association.

Our friend and neighbor, Robin Potter, heads one of the law firms honored last night. Responding to those who claim the teachers unions are not really part of the labor movement, she said that the CTU has not only disproved that theory, but has drawn labor back into the Movement and put the Movement back into labor.

And CTU lawyer and honoree Robert Bloch was introduced with this story:

When some rank-and-file union activists approached their union’s lawyers about an action they wanted to take that might lead to their arrest, the union’s lawyers told them they couldn’t do it because it was illegal.

The workers responded by saying, “We don’t want lawyers who keep us out of jail. We want lawyers who will get us out of jail.”

“Well it that’s what you want,” the union lawyers told them, “Go get that god-damned Robert Bloch!”

Saturday coffee.


Keeping retirement weird.

It has been six months since the doctor suggested that my diet and exercise regimen might mean I don’t need to take Lipitor anymore. Or the medication I was taking for borderline diabetes.

My weight had dropped significantly. And Mike Okoye, my twice-a-week trainer has been kicking my butt.

Wednesday I had my blood tested and my cholesterol count came back at 116.

Coincidentally, that is how long I plan to live. If Illinois doesn’t steal my pension.

A couple of week ago Peter Beinert wrote an article for the Daily Beast called The Rise of the New New Left.

Beinert argues that we are entering the post Reagan/Clinton era. Young people in their late teens and early twenties are not only socially progressive. The economic crisis of the last half decade, the economic destruction of large sections of the working and middle classes, has   made young people more progressive on issues of economic inequality as well. And led a large numbers to engage in political activism of all kinds.

During that period—between the time they leave their parents’ home and the time they create a stable home of their own—individuals are most prone to change cities, religions, political parties, brands of toothpaste. After that, lifestyles and attitudes calcify. For Mannheim, what defined a generation was the particular slice of history people experienced during those plastic years. A generation had no set length. A new one could emerge “every year, every thirty, every hundred.” What mattered was whether the events people experienced while at their most malleable were sufficiently different from those experienced by people older or younger than themselves.

Beinert’s article has created a lot of buzz.

This week I have been writing a lot about the new and sudden demands Illinois’ Central Management Services has made on public employee retirees. Notices went out that by October 25th we had to supply a packet full of documentation proving dependent eligibility.

In my opinion, this has been a campaign of fear waged against those of us who are considered the state’s most vulnerable and invisible:

The retired.

My people.

The response to CMS’ unreasonable demands and time-table was immediate and swift: Howls of protest.

It resulted in CMS changing the deadline to December 6th.

We are not done with responding to CMS’ behavior.

We are not invisible.

Let me suggest that there is another part to the generational story that Peter Beinert wrote about.

This year those of us who were 20 years old in 1968 turn 65.

The SDS and SNCC generation.

The anti-war protesters.

Those who chanted, “the whole world is watching,” on Michigan Avenue in front of the Hilton Hotel.

Vietnam veterans.

Members of the Black Student Union at Columbia.

Those who went to Mississippi for Freedom Summer. 

A member of our new IEA Retired chapter in the north suburbs wanted to call our chapter, The Hell-Raisers.

Beinert says that our politics are formed for a life-time by events we experience from our mid-teens to our mid-twenties.

We are not our parents’ retirees.

Saturday coffee.


With my new hearing aids. 

My t-shirt reads Keep Retirement Weird.

It’s a play off of the Keep Austin Weird and Keep Portland Weird t-shirts that have become popular.

Retirement is weird. Not in a bad way. It just keeps presenting surprises.

A few years before I retired I found my hearing was getting bad. In the art room I had to walk right up to my students if I wanted to know what they were asking. Don’t you ever believe that all little kids are loud. Many are shy, with voices barely above a whisper.

My doctor sent me to an audiologist. “You have hearing loss at the levels of women and children’s voices,” he told me.

“A feature not a bug,” I joked. A joke which barely draws a smile from Anne, having had to hear it more times than she can count.

“But the situation may change after you retire. It may not prove to be such a problem.” the audiologist said. “I would wait until after you retire to invest in a hearing aid.”

Sixteen months have gone by and it only got more difficult to manage. The TV needed to be louder. Movies in theaters sounded muffled. Conversations at parties or restaurants excluded me.

This week I got my pair of hearing aids.

I always hated the look of the ones I had seen. They were always some strange version of what somebody must think is flesh-colored. But it is the color of no flesh I have ever seen.

I wanted them to be colorful. I wanted to announce my physical deterioration with flare. I wanted a fashion statement. More than that I wanted to make a social statement: I’m retired. Not dead.

They had some over the ear chrome ones. But I settled on black, the color of my glasses. A little wire goes into my ear that is barely visible. Most people don’t notice I’m wearing them. Or else they are too polite to say.

And I love them.

I hear everything.

Be warned. I can turn them up and hear the conversation at a restaurant three tables away.

Just keeping it weird.

Saturday coffee across the Big Lake.


Anne and I try to spend some time on the southwest coast of Michigan this time of year.

It’s no longer Summer. Not quite Fall.

This year we have rented a sweet house for a few days a few miles from Three Oaks and a few miles from Lake Michigan.

We’re surrounded on three sides by farms and on one side by the Galien River. The current is fast and brown due to recent heavy rains.

Hard to believe that just yesterday I was in Des Plaines at the Elks Club.

It was the Fall luncheon of the North Lake Shore chapter of the Illinois Retired Teachers Association. We had a big turnout. Nearly 120 folks filled the room to hear from representatives from CMS, which manages the state retiree insurance programs, including the Teacher Retirement Insurance Program called TRIP.

For many teacher retirees – those covered by CIGNA insurance – they have already been hit with sticker shock.

As of July 1st, Cigna went from covering 100%  of what was not covered by Medicare with no deductible to requiring a $500 deductible and then only paying 80% of the remaining bill if the services were in-network.

And many are concerned with what comes next: A change in Medicare Part B options that some fear will cost retirees even more. And a short time to make attempts at educated choices.

Coming at a time when retiree pensions are under assault by the Democrats who run Springfield, there is great concern and fear among the state’s pubic retired employees, including teachers.

In Washington, the Republicans in the House are voting to cut food stamps and defund Obamacare.

This is the Bizarro World I talk about.

Democrats in Springfield and Republicans in Washington. And who can tell the difference?

When I get back to Chicago on Wednesday I will be going to the first general meeting and luncheon of the new Skokie Organization of Retired Educators (S.O.R.E.). We are a retired affiliate of the Illinois Education Association.

A year ago when I retired and sent my dues in to switch my membership in IEA from active to retired I was assigned to the Skokie chapter.

But there was no Skokie chapter.

We were told that there were 400 dues paying retired members living in the area covered by the Skokie IEA office in the north Chicago suburbs. We had no chapter. No services that come with having a chapter. No local source of information and communication.

A small group of us decided to change the situation.

Our efforts have gone well.

We will have close to 50 members at Wednesday’s meeting. And we are hearing from more every day who want to join.

We are about building the union among retired teachers.

Some people want to create imaginary differences between IRTA and IEA. Or inflate small differences into big ones.

Just like years ago they wanted to create or inflate differences between the American Federation of Teachers and the National Education Association.

These same people go around claiming that because I challenge the current and recent IEA leadership to be better, I am anti-union – an “IEA hater.”

Yet here I am, building the union among retirees. Working with others to create a chapter of the IEA where none existed.

I’m excited that I will be the VP of the North Lake Shore IRTA next year AND president of the S.O.R.E. chapter of IEA.

I agree with Irene Jinks, former IRTA President and current North Lake Shore IRTA President that this will be no conflict of interest.

I think we need both the IRTA and IEA Retired.

We need an organization of retired teachers independent of the two state teacher unions that is aimed like an arrow on the needs and interests of retirees.

We need to be in the IEA working with retirees and active teachers on issues that concern us both.

And we need to challenge the leaders of both organizations to do better.

At Wednesday’s luncheon we have invited our local Congresswoman, Jan Schakowsky. She is outspoken defender of domestic social programs like food stamps, Medicare and Social Security. She has told us she will delay her flight back to DC where she is needed for crucial votes to meet with us.

There is still time to make reservations for Wednesday’s luncheon. Contact me here.

And IEA Retired members can vote for me as a delegate to the IEA RA when they receive their ballots in the mail in November.

Saturday coffee.


Damn, it a beautiful morning in Chicago. The sky is blue. The temperature is in the 60s. The coffee is strong and hot.

Trainer Mike had me focused on lower body strength building on Thursday.

My legs still feel it today.

He kept adding weight to the leg press machine.

“Uh, Mike?”

“You can do it.”

And, I could. But I’m still feeling it today.

Thursday I also started getting Special Education alerts. Dozens of emails and Facebook notices and Tweets.

Like this one from Beverly Johns of the Illinois Special Education Coalition:

The Illinois State Board of Education (ISBE) will be voting to eliminate ALL special education class size limits, AND the 30 percent limit of students with IEPs in general education classes on Thursday, September 19, 2013 at the Bloomington-Normal Marriott Hotel and Conference Center, 201 Broadway Street in Normal (across the street from the AMTRAK Station). 

Public comment is to begin after 8:30 a.m. on Thursday, September 19. For those wishing to testify you would need to register  by 8:30 a.m.  

What Can You Do?

1.  Send an email to the Chairman of the State Board of Education, Gery Chico, at saying you oppose this elimination – and why you oppose it.

2. Come and testify at the meeting.  We need the personal testimony of PARENTS and TEACHERS and anyone else opposed.  Retired teachers, help our colleagues out who are working during the day and can’t attend.

3.  If you know any of the other ISBE Board members, contact them to discuss this issue:  Steven Gilford–Evanston, James Baumann–Lake Bluff, Andrea Brown– Marion, David Fields–Danville, Melinda LaBarre–Springfield, Curt Bradshaw–Naperville, Vinni Hall–Chicago.

Of the 5,523 written comments ISBE has received, 5,158 were OPPOSED to the elimination of these State rules on special education class size.

ISBE itself stated this number of comments was “unprecedented” and that the
“overwhelming majority” of the comments were opposed.

When 93.4 percent are OPPOSED, and only 6.6 percent want to eliminate these
rules, the Board of ISBE should vote NO – otherwise why get comments from the public if you are going to completely ignore the public?

We must all act.  If we don’t there will be serious harm to students with disabilities.

Bev Johns, Chair
ISELA – Illinois Special Education Coalition

The issue is simple: Shall the ISBE lift the cap on the number of Special Education students that districts can put in a regular ed classroom. Opposing lifting the cap isn’t an anti-inclusion issue – inclusion is a policy I zealously support. Lifting caps would hurt Special Needs students, general education students and put impossible burdens on classroom teachers. Lifting the cap would undermine attempts at real inclusion.

A frustrating side note to all this is the failure of the Illinois Education Association to mobilize members.

It’s not as if they don’t know about it.

IEA President Cinda Klickna is scheduled to testify at the ISBE hearings on Thursday.

But while the internet was buzzing yesterday with the need to contact ISBE Chairman Gery Chico, there was nothing coming from IEA to our membership. Not a word on the IEA website.

Still nothing this morning.

For years I have been lectured to by IEA leadership that we must be concerned about more than bread and butter issues. I have listened to them tell us that our union must be in the lead on issues of quality.

I think this is a phony distinction. Working conditions, teaching conditions and learning conditions are inseparable.

But here is a clear case where our organization should be leading in the fight for students. Special Needs students.

We shouldn’t be the last one to get around to mobilizing people.

We should be the first.

By the way, Daryl Morrison is the IEA Education Policy and Agency Relations Director.

He would be the staff person responsible for getting word out on this.

And for not getting the word out.

Saturday coffee.


Joseph Albers’ Homage to the Square.



It is hard for me to believe it will get to 90 degrees today in Chicago. It is a beautiful comfortable morning on the back porch.

Our neighbor’s chickens finished making their morning noise.

Yes, our neighbors have two chickens.

I have heard that Logan Square has the highest per capita chicken population in the city.

Chickens. Bikes.

And hipster bars.

Earlier in the week I was riding my bike up to the Logan Square CTA station to take the El down to the Art Institute to meet Chris. It was such a beautiful day that when I got to Milwaukee Avenue my bike turned right and I rode it the eight miles to the museum.

Chris had his sketch book and I had intended to check out some of the galleries in the Modern Wing. But they were mostly closed for installations. Chris is a member, so we went down to the members’ only lounge for some free coffee and spent the next hour out in the courtyard in conversation.

If it were Spring, the Art Institute would have been filled with school groups. This day it was packed with older folks. They were having a senior appreciation lunch in the restored Adler and Sullivan designed Trading Room that once was at the Board of Trade.

As an undergrad art student at the University of Illinois at Chicago I took a color theory class. It was based on the curriculum developed by Joseph Albers. Albers came out of the German Bauhaus movement. When Mies van der Rohe set up the design program at the Illinois Institute of Technology, he brought the Bauhaus curriculum with him. The post-war art students from IIT became the early faculty at UIC, first at Navy Pier and then at Chicago Circle.

For years when I was a K-5 art teacher I took the entire 4th grade down to the Loop for art and architecture.

Not on a school bus. On the Metra commuter train. Usually we would number about 100. I would reserve a car on the train and we would walk the six blocks from the school to the station.

Commuters entering our car would look up and quickly turn around and head for another car.

Thirty-five minutes later we were at the Olgivie Station. We would form small groups with parents and teachers and a map pinpointing five significant buildings and examples of public art. One hour later we would meet at Millennium Park for lunch and a view of The Bean.

A fast walk back across The Loop to the train station.

We would catch the 2:30 train.

Back at the Dee Road Metra Station by 3:10.

We would walk in the school just as the dismissal bell rang.

Most of my students liked older buildings over newer ones.

They preferred Louis Sullivan to Mies van der Rohe.

Public school students (mine, at least) were allowed to slide down the Chicago Picasso.

Parochial school students? Not so much.

Suburban kids don’t understand walking on the right.

Or the concept of revolving doors.

Finding a place for 100 kids to go to the bathroom downtown was a challenge.

One year I tried sending small groups one at a time into a fast-food restaurant.

The manager came out to tell me that the bathrooms were for customer use only.

“Don’t tell me.” I said. “Tell them.”

Problem solved.

Saturday coffee.


NY’s Bill de Blasio and his wife. Unions Many unions and progressives support him. Except for Not the teachers union.

After a day in which the temperature rose to the upper 90s, a summer storm full of thunder, lightening, wind and hail swept through Chicago early last night, sending poor Ulysses under the bed.

I love the sound and feel of these midwestern storms. I grew up in LA where it rains for days or not for months.

In Chicago, a storm takes less time than a half-hour sit-com.

Boom, it’s in. Boom, it’s out.

Let’s go eat.

When we got to Dunlay’s, the outside tables were wet and empty.

By the time we were finished with dinner, the outside tables were full of happy people with drinks and burgers.


Obama may go ahead with his stupid war plans. It seems likely. But the news this morning is that he will go at it alone. No support from us. Meaning the people of the United States. Or anybody else in the world. Except the socialist government of France. French socialists seem to love foreign wars. Especially when the US fights them. Go figure.

Even that idiot Bush concocted better reasons for a war than Obama has concocted for this one.

Assad used chemicals on civilians.

Guess what club he joined?

Meanwhile there was a story about Chicago schools on Voice of America.

It was pretty good article at that.

Until the last line when the writer repeats the position of CPS and Rahm Emanuel on teacher pensions.

Officials say unless state lawmakers reach an agreement on pension reform, CPS contributions to pensions will increase from $193 million in 2013, to $534 million in 2014.
No explanation required? Nothing about the years of CPS’ failure to pay their pension bills. Pension underfunding just sort of happened? By itself?
And finally there is the mayor’s race in NY.
The progressive candidacy of Bill de Blasio, the current Public Advocate, is drawing attention.
Wait. Does Chicago have a Public Advocate? I want one.
It appears that Council Speaker Quinn, a Bloomberg mini-me and early frontrunner, is on her way to crashing and burning. de Blasio is surging in the polls.
He is supported by most many of  New York’s public employee unions.
Except Not the teachers union, the UFT.
The UFT doesn’t support Quinn either. That would be like the IEA supporting our Quinn, Squeezy, in the coming governor’s race.
It would be like that if there was an actual pro-labor candidate in the race running against Quinn. Which there isn’t.

Saturday coffee.


Martin Luther King, James Baldwin and my dad at a fundraiser in LA for the Southern Civil Rights Movement, around 1965. My dad is the guy sitting while James Baldwin is introducing Dr. King from the microphone.

Somebody went to find a clothes hanger  and some aluminum foil to try to get better reception on the little black and white tv we found in the storage room of the kitchen.

It was August 28th, 1963.

Even with the added technology of hanger and foil it was difficult to tell what were the black and white dots of tv snow and what were marchers on the Washington mall.

That late summer week was LRY camp at de Benneville Pines, not far from Big Bear Lake in the San Bernardino Mountains northeast of LA.

LRY stood for Liberal Religious Youth and was part of the Unitarian Universalist Association.

I would try to convince you that my connection to LRY and the Unitarians had something to do with a youthful spiritual journey. Except it wasn’t true.

I had friends. And friends of friends. And the youth group was racially integrated. And the parties were great. I liked a girl.

We ran LRY summer camp. We had two adult sponsors. I think their names were The Potters. They were pretty much hands-off sponsors.

Since the camp was on government land, they limited their role to warning us about smoking dope and inviting communists to speak.

Neither warning worked.

However, Michael Goff smoked too openly and after a heated argument among the camp youth leadership and a divided vote, he was expelled for the remainder of the week.

In spite of this, Michael remained a source for most of the campers when we returned home.

There was also a heated debate, mostly among the adults, over our invitation to Dorothy Healy, an LA Communist Party leader, to speak at camp. Most of the campers couldn’t figure out what the adults were worried about. Dorothy ended up speaking and nothing much resulted.

A metaphor of sorts.

Many of us were active in local civil rights actions back home.

In LA the focus was on school integration and open housing.

Two summers later while at LRY camp we got word that Reverand James Reeb, a Unitarian minister, had been murdered. He had gone to Selma from his church in Washington D.C., and was attacked by Klansmen as he left an integrated restaurant.

He was just one of many Civil Rights Movement martyrs, Black and white.

Now, after 50 years there are those who want us to forget that the Civil Rights Movement was only non-violent on the part of those who fought for civil rights.

The night we heard of Reverend Reeb’s murder, we gathered, as we did every evening, in the dining hall.

This night we lit candles, read poems, shed tears and sang.

We shall overcome.

We shall overcome.

We shall overcome some day.

Deep in my heart,

I do believe,

That we shall overcome some day.

On August 28th, 1963 we jiggled the makeshift antenna and listened to the speeches.

And tried to make out through the snowy images who was speaking.

Saturday coffee.


August in New York.

We are officially in the last half of August.


Was last summer my first official summer of retirement?

Or was this summer the official one?

Retirement was supposed to mean that Anne and I would do our traveling off season. Not in summer.

This summer we traveled a lot.

We are taking our final official summer trip.

Saturday coffee is in Brooklyn. Sunday we drive and then take the ferry to Block Island off the coast of Rhode Island.

August in Brooklyn should be hot and sticky. But in this era of weird weather it is a beautiful day. Cool, dry and sunny.

We are staying with family in Park Slope.

In August, that means that there are parking spaces and empty tables at restaurants.

An interesting story caught my eye in this morning’s NY Times.

One is a recent poll that shows the race to replace NY’s teacher union-hating mayor Bloomberg is in a dead heat.

Christine Quinn, who sounds a lot like Michael Bloomberg was once the odd’s on favorite.

But progressive alternatives Bill de Blasio and William Thompson have narrowed the gap, with some polls showing de Blasio in the lead.

What do I care about the New York mayor’s race?

Well, aside from the fact that I am a political junkie and follow polls like my brother follows baseball stats (not to suggest he isn’t a political junkie as well), I try to figure out what it means for us in Chicago.

We also will have a mayor’s race.

At least I hope it will be a race.

Just as most NY pundits thought Quinn (or the creepy Anthony Weiner) was a shoe-in, most pundits figure that Rahm with his millions and incumbency has a lock on the 5th floor.

But mayor’s races are never shoe-ins or locks.

Ask Mchael Bilandic.

Except you can’t ’cause he’s dead. But I know what he would say.

Ask Richie Daley, who was considered mayor-for-life until his parking meter deals and Olympic fiasco sent his poll numbers into sub-Blago levels and he decided to retire on a massive public pension.

Unlike Illinois teachers who live on a pension of less that 50K after 35 years of teaching.

What is surprising about the New York election is that labor is split between de Blasio and Thompson.

The teachers union supports Thompson.

Most of the rest of the city’s union support de Blasio.


Anyway. I am hoping that Rahm is reading the NY Times this morning too.

And even though it is a cool August morning in Chicago as well, I hope he is sweating.

Saturday coffee.


This is a late Saturday Coffee post.

While retirement may mean that everyday is Saturday, some Saturdays are not like others.

I got up early. I fed Ulysses and let him out to do his stuff, letting Anne take him for his morning walk.

I rode my bike up to the Logan Square train stop and rode the EL downtown (using my senior discount card) to a meeting of social justice educators from around the U.S.

I listened more than talked and was impressed with what I heard.

When I got back to the Logan Square station somebody had ripped off my bike seat. It was a quick release and easy to do. Luckily my neighbor Kevin’s bike shop, Boulevard Bikes, is right across the street.

“My bike seat got stolen,” I said.

“Don’t feel alone,” the young bike technician reassured me.

“I’m not looking for that kind of community,” I whined.

“We can put a bolt on it. They will need a tool to take it off. It’s only a deterrent. Everything is just a deterrent.”

“Let’s try that, ” I said. “I just locked it at the train stop.”

“A hot bed of criminal activity,” he laughed.

Speaking of hot beds of criminal activity, the Gang of Ten pension conference committee of the Illinois legislature adjourned yesterday, having agreed to nothing.

Gang of Ten member Bill Brady, who also is a Tea Party candidate for Governor said there was progress. So did committee chair Kwame Raoul.

But the fact remains that there is nothing. And even if there was something, father-of-the-year Michael Madigan, Speaker of the House, sure sounded like he was not all that interested in what the Gang came up with.

One last note.

CTU leader Kristine Mayle sure caused CTU board member Adrea Zopp to go nuts on WTTW’s Chicago Tonight when she suggested the obvious: There will be chaos when Chicago schools open later this month.

Anyone who has been near a classroom or a school building in the weeks before school starts – and that may be the problem for Ms Zopp – knows that teacher rehires, unanticipated enrollments, class splits, blah, blah, blah, even in a normal year, can be chaotic.

With 50 closed schools, thousands laid off, many to be called back at the last moments – CPS will be normal chaos on steroids.

When Mayle used the word, “chaos,” Zopp started stammering. Kristine obviously hit a raw nerve. But the facts are difficult things.

One thing The Mayor will not be able to run for re-election based on: “I brought calmness and stability to the City.”

I’m not talking about KAOS, the “international organization of evil” formed in Bucharest, Romania, in 1904 that was in the old TV comedy, Get Smart.

I’m talking about Life in Rahm’s Chicago – CHAOS.

No comedy.

Out of control murder rates.

The need for Safe Passage routes for children to use for forced marches down unsafe streets.

Schools closed.

Mental health clinics closed.

De Paul basketball deals.

By the way.

I’ve heard that at the same time as thousands of senior CPS teachers have received pink slips, the DePaul education department, as well as other area university education programs, has been contacted by CPS. CPS is looking for new teachers to fill classroom positions.

More on this later.