Social Reproduction, Cultural Capital and Habitus: How I Defeated the Odds

In my recent doctoral class at Northeastern University, I was introduced to the theory of reproduction framework for the first time. The major contributors to the framework were the French sociologist Pierre Bourdieu and the American sociologists Samuel Bowles and Herbert Gintis. The framework consists of Bourdieu’s theory of reproduction which states that the student’s social class pre-determines his/her level of school/workplace success and that they will probably wind up in the similar social class/occupations as their parents. Samuel Bowles and Herbert Gintis also contributed to the framework by claiming that the American theory of meritocracy does not exist.

In a nutshell, the framework states that the true function of the schools is to prepare students to assume a job in the same socio-economic status as their parents. Another part claims that the American theory of meritocracy in which people are rewarded based on their own merits is a myth. The framework uses the terms, “cultural capitol” and “habitus” to describe the dominant social classes of any society and assert that schools use these as a benchmark to reward school success and in this process reject the culture of all other social classes.

The term “cultural capitol” describes the language patterns, ideologies, skills, disposition, and interests of the dominant social classes. The term “habitus” describes the success-oriented mindsets and behaviors that the upper classes have toward institutional life and their educational/workplace aspirations. The framework also theorizes that students being raised in poverty cannot inherit either the habitus nor cultural capital of the dominant classes, therefore they are already behind before they start school and are less likely to pursue college bound tracks.

The class also introduced me to my first ethnography titled, “Ain’t no making it” by Jay MacLeod. This book examines the lives of two peer-groups of male teens growing up in US public housing projects in the 1980s’. One group was black and the other white. Most the black peer-group teen’s family’s valued schooling highly, these students behaved well in school, believed in the theory of meritocracy and graduated from high school. In contrast, most of the white student peer-group dropped out of high school, they behaved badly in school and had families that did not value schooling highly. Unfortunately, the majority of the members of both groups ended in dead-end unstable menial jobs during their adult lives.

I am so happy that I was not aware of any of this as I was growing up in the South Bronx section of New York City which is also known as the Arson capital of the World and was well known for it’s very high crime rate. For me, living in the projects would have been a step up. I am first generation born American born to a family from Puerto Rico. My father only completed the sixth grade and mother only completed the third grade. They were both raised on farms in Puerto Rico and had to drop out of school to help work the farms. My mom only spoke Spanish and my dad spoke both English and Spanish. However, in an effort to communicate with my mom, only Spanish was spoken in my home until I started Kindergarten and learned English after my first 6 months.

Only my father worked in my home and he was lucky enough to start off as a cook at the Sheridon Hotel and did so well that they sent him to chef school. Later on he managed to get a job as a chef at the Waldolf Astoria hotel. Like the black student peer-group in the book described above, my parents valued schooling highly and expected my sisters and I to behave well in school. They also expected us to do our homework and cooperate with our teachers. They also believed in the theory of meritocracy.

To make a long story short, there were two actions that I initiated on my own that helped me to beat the odds and that kept me from falling into the trap of social reproduction:

1. In 1964, I was a 4th grader and I found the book, “Diane Stories” by Betty Cavanna, in my school library. I loved this novel about an upper white middle class teenage girl growing up in the suburbs. I read the approximately 400-page book over and over. I started acting like her, dressing like her, adopting her patterns of speech and started to imitate the writing style in the book. Little did I realize that until now I was really teaching myself some of the cultural capital of the dominant classes.

2. In 1965, I was a 5th grader and was lucky enough to find the book, “Manchild in the Promised Land” by Claude Brown, also in my school library. I read the book, which was about a former gang member from Harlem who grew up and become an attorney. I was so inspired by the book that I read it over and over again. I decided right then and there, that if he came from that type of background and became very successful as an adult, then I was going to do it also. I also decided that I wanted to attend college someday so I started to pay more attention to my schoolwork and to dream big.

In elementary school, my transformation soon started to pay off. My teachers started to notice that I stood out from the other students in behavior, speech patterns, school related attitudes and writing style. Therefore, they started to recommend me for higher ability tracks. By the time, I started 10th grade, the teachers in my NYC high school started to question me as to whether I was really from a Puerto Rican family and really lived in the South Bronx. At that time, NYC changed their district zoning and I got assigned to Christopher Columbus HS, which was located in an upper middle class neighborhood. I told them that my school records were correct. I realize now that the reason for their questions was that I acted like the upper middle class teenagers, which attended the school instead of a teenager from the South Bronx.

After completing my first semester of 10th grade at Christopher Columbus HS, I moved to Puerto Rico with my parents. However, this is another story in itself. After completing my first year of college in Puerto Rico, I applied for admission, attended and graduated from a state university in Florida. Later on, after a few careers in social work and the legal field, I became a K-12 educator after earning my certification under an alternative certification program. I then earned a Masters Degree and transitioned to teaching at the college level. I am so happy that I took this class and finally realized the sociological explanations behind my unusual success; I guess it is never too late to learn new things.

Ode to Michael Jackson

If you read my 7 Meme blog, you might remember that I grew up in the South Bronx. What I did not reveal in the blog was that my family was only one of two Hispanic families living in the building where I lived. All of the other families were African American. Therefore, I grew up listening to Motown music and knew who the Jackson 5 were by the time I was 8 years old and in 4th grade.

During that time, the Jackson 5 were the most talked about and admired music group in my elementary school and in the neighborhood where I lived. All of the kids in my class and I knew the names of all the boys in the group by heart. Everyone would bring magazines that were popular at the time to school so they could share articles of the amazing Jackson 5. All of the boys in my school wanted to dress like the Jackson 5 and all of the children wanted to dance like them.

Informal street dances were very common in my neighborhood at the time and the Jackson 5 music would be played frequently. To the kids in my neighborhood, the Jackson 5 were our heroes and there was nothing that would make us happier then dancing to one of their songs.

I was on a European vacation when I heard the breaking news of Michael Jackson’s death. I turned on my cruise ship room TV and there on CNN was the headline informing everyone of his death. I read the headline aloud. My 2 sons and husband were shocked. The first thing my oldest son said was, ” I wish I could post on my forums right now”. I responded, “I wish I was able to Tweet right now”.

I guess our reaction was typical since I read on Google news later that the Internet was overwhelmed with people online trying to get information about his death and communicating with others about it: http://tinyurl.com/lqgfsc I also read, that Google thought they were being attacked by all the searches for Michael Jackson: http://tinyurl.com/mmmvlo

Well, we were not able to go online along with the rest of the world because we had pre-paid for an expensive all day excursion which was non refundable so we proceeded with our original plans for the day.

Since then, the news of his recent death has profoundly effected me in many ways. I have found myself crying on and off and talking about him to anyone that will listen. I have been listening to his music on YouTube, downloading many of his music videos from itunes for my iPod touch and reading everything I can about his life and death.

I was just telling my family at dinner time tonight that many people all over the world are grieving for him right now. These are people of all different colors, nationalities, and religions. That it was amazing and rare for one person to cause so much international grief and manage to break down so many barriers that keep people who are different from communicating with each other. I also mentioned to them that I wished I lived closer to LA than I do as I would love to attend the public memorial that is being planned for him some time next week : http://tinyurl.com/muygjm

As I was talking to my family, I realized that there is magic and power in music.  That beautiful music has the ability to make people happier when they are already feeling good and lift people’s spirits who are feeling down. Hence, moments listening to and or dancing to great music, create powerful memories in people’s lives and a connection with the person who wrote and or sang the songs.  So I guess that music is really an extraordinary universal language.

So Michael, if you can read this from the beyond, I want you to know that you will live in my heart forever. I will never forget you or your music. Thanks for lifting my spirits on days when I did not think I could make it through. Thanks for making me feel happier when I was already feeling good. Also, regardless of what people may say about you, I have always felt you were 100% innocent of any wrong doing and had such a pure heart and great spirit. As far as I am concerned, you have always radiated both inner and outer beauty.  I hope that you rest in peace and perhaps someday, I will meet you on the other side.

Here is a picture of Michael Jackson taken by Time’s Magazine in May of 1986 and provided free to the public for non commercial use. He is attending an awards ceremony where he got a certificate from the Guinness Book of World Records for being the person that has given the most money to children charities:

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Seven Things Meme

I have not been tagged by anyone however, I noticed that many people are writing similar blogs. So, here are 7 facts you never knew about me:

1. I attended a NYC Junior High school which was secured by armed guards at the main entrance. It was a three story school and all other entrances and exits were chained locked during the school day. I am just grateful that the school never caught on fire while I was a student there.

2. During one of my childhood Halloween days, a teenager put a knief on my throat and demanded my Halloween goodies. I screamed and she took off running.

3. I used to get into trouble for daydreaming in class during my elementary school days.

4. When I was little, I enjoyed jumping out of second story windows, climbing tall fences and jumping from the roof-top of one brownstone building on to another one. My mother would have had a heart attack if she had seen me.

5. During the summer months of my childhood, I enjoyed:

a. Being out doors from sunup until midnight. I only went home for meals and to use the restroom.
b. Getting wet whenever someone illegally activated the local fire hydrants.
c. Informally dancing at street parties in NYC.

6. I grew up in the South Bronx, the arson capital of the world. Therefore, I have seen more fires then most firefighters.

7. Like Jennifer Lopez, I used to ride the number 6 train to my high school in another part of the Bronx. Unlike Jennifer Lopez, I am really from the block. She also grew up in the Bronx but attended private schools in Manhattan. Therefore, as far as I am concerned, she is not really from the block as her music album claims.

I now wish to tag my Twitter friends Pamela Gill and Eduardo Marcelo Peirano to write a similar blog.

A Mini 6th Grade Reunion Gone Wrong Or Did It?

As some of you know, I just came back from NYC where I had a small reunion with three friends from my elementary school days. All three friends were in my fifth and sixth grade classes.

With the exception of one of the classmates, which I recently wrote about in another blog, I had not seen these people for over 39 years. The other two were the valedictorian and salutatorian of my sixth grade class grade.  These other two classmates were also in my third and fourth grade classes and I have always admired and thought about them a great deal throughout the years. Since we were together for so long, I always felt like they were siblings of mine.

If you read my other blog, you already know how I found my best friend, Sandra, from sixth grade. I used my cyber-sleuth skills to find, George, which was the former salutorian and Elly, which was the former valedictorian, found me on Http://www.Classmates.com.

I got to NYC late on Thursday, the 7th of June. I planned to meet everyone at a restaurant in NYC the next day around 7:00 pm. In the meantime, I saw Elly immediately the first night since she lived very close to the hotel I was staying in. She showed me around town and we went to Applebee’s where her son works and had desert. It was so great seeing her again.

The next day, I slept very late and then took the metro train into the city, which was close to the hotel I was staying in. I was such a trip down memory lane seeing Times Square, Radio City music hall and Rockefeller center. As some of you know, I am originally from NYC but had not been there since 1972.  I took my 13-year old boy to the Nintendo World store, which had been his dream to go to for a while. He had a great time there.

I was disappointed to find that the original New York Style pizza was not available hardly anywhere. This is what I have been craving the most since leaving NYC all those years ago. I did however find coconut flavored Italian style ices which I also loved and had a large serving of it. My son and husband had NYC style hot dogs, which they loved.

While I was on the Metro heading back to my hotel room, I got a voice mail from my best friend Sandra. She had flown into NYC the Tuesday before I did to attend our mini sixth grade reunion.

Her message stated that she could not attend our dinner tonight because her mom had been admitted to the hospital with pneumonia.  Well, needless to say, I was very disappointed that she could not attend and at the same time concerned about her mom. I had hoped to see her mom also. As a sixth grader, I was always hanging out at Sandra’s house and therefore knew her mom well. I had also not seen her for over 39 years.

The dinner the next day was so much fun. George, Elly and I saw each other for the first time in 39 years and we could hardly believe we were together again. George and Elly were romantically involved while in the fifth grade, broke up during that summer and did not speak to each other during the sixth grade even though they were in the same sixth grade class. Since I knew this, I was extra happy to see them speaking to each other again after all of these years

George and Elly were also very disappointed to hear that Sandra could not attend. We however had another get together planned on Sunday night and we were all planning to go to our old elementary school on Monday.

Our school is in the inner city and we planned to talk to the children about never giving up on their dreams. Since we all went to that school and became successful, we wanted to let the kids know that their environment should not dictate their futures and that if they stayed in school and worked hard, they could become as successful as we did.

On Saturday I took the metro train into the city again and visited some tourist attractions and museums. I called Sandra to let her know how much everyone missed her at the dinner party the night before and find out how her mom was doing. She just happened to be close by to where I was and she took a cab to see me. I got to visit with her for about 15 minutes.

Sandra’s husband is a doctor and he was with her at the time. He explained that Sandra’s mom also had terminal Leukemia, the kind that was not related to the bone marrow.  I never knew there were different types of Leukemia. He also explained that because of the Leukemia, her body had a poor immune system and most of the time, when she got sick, she would have to be hospitalized.

Sandra told me that since she got to NYC for the reunion, she and her husband had done nothing but spend their days at the hospital trying to negotiate her mom’s care with the hospital and keeping her mom company. She had not even had time to unpack her suitcase since she arrived. To make a long story short, Sandra never got to attend the dinner meeting with us on Sunday nor go to the elementary school with us on Monday, the 11th of June.

I kept trying to call her but her voice mail kept picking up her cell phone and she would not return my calls. This really worried me. I left NYC Tuesday afternoon never getting any news about Sandra.

This morning I finally reached her. She stated that her mom died the night before last around 12:00 midnight. Sandra told me she felt sad but blessed because if I had not set up this mini-reunion when I did, she would have never been there during her mom’s last days.

She also said, that her husband would never had been able to negotiate her mom’s care with the hospital nor would have been able to use his connections with other Pathologists to get her mom’s test results back quicker then normal. Her husband would also never have gotten days off work on such short notice to even do these things if he had not already been in NYC during this time. Her statement about feeling blessed more then anything else really touched my heart and made me cry the most.

Also, when I first saw her for the first time in 39 years last March, she said she thought there was a reason why I found her now. She felt there was no such thing as a coincidence and that everything happens for a reason. I am beginning to think she is so right.

So, what do you think? Was these events destined to happen the way they did? Did I really find her recently so I was able to make the mini reunion arrangements when I did?  I don’t think we will ever know the answers to these questions however these are interesting possibilities to think about.

Here are some pictures:

Here is a picture of Elly and I:


Here is a picture of Sandra and I in front of the Museum of Natural History

Here is another picture of Sandra and I in front of the Museum of Natural History.

Here is a picture of George and I:

Here is a picture of my husband and I:

Here is a picture of Elly, George and I:

Reunion with Long Lost Friend

Original date published: Monday, April 02, 2007

During the 1967/68 school year, I was a sixth grader at a school located in the Bronx borough of NYC. My best friend at the time was a girl named Sandra. We would always be at each other homes after school and have sleepovers.

This was the year Maxi Coats were in vogue. I remember that Sandra and I both wore Navy Blue Maxi coats. I also remember we each had a pair of black Baby-doll shoes, white lace up Go-Go boots and wore chain belts with our mini skirts, dresses and pants. Sandra and I always loved to wear the latest fashions. I felt like a fashion diva during that time. Well, the school year ended and sadly we both went to different Junior High Schools. I ran into her a few more times but we quickly lost touch.

As an adult, I have thought about Sandra for years and always wondered whatever became of her. I have used Google and other search engines many times since 1994 hoping to find her someday. Last month, I just happened to find a free web site that helps people find long lost friends and relatives.I created an account and posted a plea hoping to find Sandra and wrote as many details that I could about her.

I was so shocked to find a response in my personal mailbox the very next day from a total stranger who thought he knew where my friend was. He gave me the name of her husbands website. Her husband is a Pathologist here in Florida. He warned me that he may be wrong and it may be someone else with the same name. Also, he wrote that he found the information on a public database and he had no idea whether this couple was still married. He wrote that he was not a detective but just loved to use his cyber-sleuth skills to help people. I was so excited because if he was right, she only lived a three-hour drive away from my home.

I quickly went to the website which has a contact me link. I wrote a note to the doctor and waited anxiously for a response. I was really praying that this was the right person and that he was married to my friend. I wrote my contact information in the message. Well, on Saturday morning, my cell phone rang. It was my friend Sandra. We talked non-stop for a few hours and promised to keep in touch. Her mom was visiting her from NYC on the day she called and after her company left; she wanted to get together with me.

Her mom finally left about two weeks later and we made plans to get together the last week of March that was my paid Spring Break from my job as a college professor. So last Thursday, I finally got together with my best friend from the sixth grade. We had the most amazing time. I could hardly believe it had been 39 years since we last saw each other.

I found out that we still have a lot in common. Both of our favorite ice cream flavors are pineapple/coconut and we both use Stevia as a sweetener. She is also into big time bodybuilding. She is also in the education field. Even though at the moment, she is not working anywhere, she used to be a teacher for special need kids and then a Principal of the same school. We also showed up wearing similar outfits.

We compared notes on our husbands, and we both married men who have similar traits. Both of our husbands are in the health field. Both of our husbands are serious most of the time and a little introverted.

Here are some pictures:

So, in closing, I am so glad I took a chance and posted my message on the www.peoplesite.com website. The site was totally free and I never imagined I would get results as fast as I did. So, if you guys are looking for any long lost friends, I highly recommend this site. After all, you have nothing to lose and you may be the next person writing a blog similar to mine.