Public schools used to rely on the drill method.

it is true pre-industrial and industrial age schools relied on the "Drill" method for teaching and learning.  It must be faced, the masses are indeed slow.  You can convince most people of anything. How long did most people believe the earth to be flat? Full of sea monsters? How long did people sleep sitting up to prevent death? How long did doctors "blood let"?

Why are so many Christians claiming trump to be "the one"?  Why are so many "Christians" fearful of homosexuality? The decline of man?  "For it is written."  It has been foretold, what is to be,  is to be.

My own birth mother had a heart made of stone, was as avarice, greedy and carnal as any ravenous beast from the bowels of hell!  Why couldn't she be stopped?  She had to be; "endured to the end." That whore had to mock GOD for us to learn NOT to mock GOD.  GOD has to turn all of her devious plots, schemes, and  conjure into victories because (HE) promised to!

The "Drill" method  works but if you ever memorize something wrong, get the wrong information drilled into your head , you are in trouble.  Society is in trouble.  People really believe people of color to be stupid, all evil, inferior, worthless, cursed and hated by GOD.

What did my birth mother try to drill into me? I was too black.  I was a bastard. I was a worthless cunt, just another female.  I wasn't shit. I was lucky she put up with me and felt sorry for my "broke ass".

I was never going to get a man, I didn't have sense enough.  I wasn't shit, just another sorry ass  "school the-CHA!" wasting her life trying to teach dumb ass unteachable, non-thinking niggers.

All I can say is; "What kind of preacher are you?"

Why I know my teaching was not in vain.  For thirty years I TAUGHT!  No matter my circumstances,   I tried.  I love children.  I love teaching, attempting to impart knowledge, trying to make this world better than it was when I came here.

For thirty years all my students of color knew they could come to me confidentially for a secret we did not share with the entire school.  My students knew I would never reveal our little secret.

My students would come to me discreetly , in between classes , seeking a remedy for something we did not dare mention aloud or share.  I would quietly unlock my closet, turn my head and tell them to help themselves to the magic formula I kept  under  lock and key.

Yes, you guessed it,  we were fighting an ailment common to people of color,  the dreaded "Ashe". Ashy elbows, hands.  Sometimes ash would surround their luscious lips, their knuckles.  We would laugh. I always gave them a wink understanding this to be something only people of color could understand.  They dug deeply into my tub of Vasoline! Petroleum jelly, the only true effective way to stave off the effects of  "Ashe".

I still pat myself on the back because I know I  saved many during my thirty year bid.

Then one day a WHITE student came.  I was shocked! "Miss DOSTER! White people get ashy too!"

Well! Did you ever!?   We are All really the same!  Wow!

"Come ye out from among them."