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Mea culpa—I confess!


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I've been getting ripped—and justifiably so—for the egregious error I made about the public schools in this morning's Bleader post.

That would be the post where I made fun of Mayor Rahm for not knowing anything about the public schools.

Which constitutes a case of irony that they might want to study in the high school English classes at Mayor Emanuel's favorite charter schools.

In my post, I wrote that only parents get to vote for parent candidates in local school council elections. But that is wrong, wrong, wrong. In fact, every voting eligible citizen, even if they have no children in the school, gets to vote for parent candidates.

It says so right there in the by laws, a scintillating document that, as punishment, I will force myself to read.

Almost as soon as the Reader published my post, in came the corrections. Some were gracious, like the one from Linda Lutton, the ace education reporter for WBEZ.

Others were along the lines of: Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha—you fucked up!

As atonement, I will now say something nice about the mayor: Anybody who's a Bulls fan can't be all that bad.

In my defense . . .

Actually, I have no defense.

Though, for the record, this mistake is not my most egregious. That's probably the one where I screwed up the explanation of how congressional vacancies get filled in an article explaining how congressional vacancies get filled.

On the other hand, it's more egregious than my last mistake. Which is where I got all mixed up and called the 39th state legislative district the 29th state legislative district. Or maybe it was the other way around.

In that case, I fear the mistake may be evidence of oncoming dementia. A paranoia that sometimes hits me in the middle of the night and keeps me awake as I try to prove my mental acuity by reciting things like NCAA men's basketball champions going back to 1963.

Let’s see . . .

1963: Loyola; 1964: UCLA; 1965: UCLA; 1966, that team from Texas that beat Kentucky, oh, what's its name . . .

Back to the LSCs . . .

One mistake corrector asked: Did you vote in any LSC elections?

To which I said: “You know what? I gotta get back to you and answer that. OK? I don’t know."

Wait—that's what Mayor Emanuel said when asked the same question.

My memory's still strong enough to remember that I did not—repeat, did not—vote in the LSC elections.

Oh, god, my correction's turning into an explanation.

I didn’t vote because I knew nothing about the candidates who were running. Another staggering confession from a man who positions himself as an expert on everything.

As a general rule, I do not vote for candidates I know nothing about, except in judicial races, where I typically vote for candidates with the coolest-sounding names.

Furthermore, I don't think I should be allowed to vote in a LSC election because I do not have children in the public schools.

I used to have children in the public schools and back then I regularly voted in LSC elections—generally, for candidates I knew.

But truth be told, I was never really into the whole LSC scene. I was always more of a PTA kind of guy. I went to almost all of their meetings. My greatest contribution was organizing a PTA fund-raiser at the local bowling alley, where one of the drunks at the bar made a pass at our principal.

Ah, the good old days.

Anyway—one more time—my apologies to one and all!

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