I remember being in a grad class, when one of the other students went off on a tirade about how shameful it was when she visited Lawrence, MA and nobody there would speak English and this is what’s wrong with America.
Someone asked her if she wasn’t being a little harsh.
“I don’t mean to be harsh – I just want them to be better.”
I asked if, by “better” she meant more like her.
She sat, completely stunned. Clearly, it had never occurred to her like that.
I think we do that a LOT as teachers. We get married to a vision of the way things OUGHT to be, based on our own stories, that it becomes really difficult to see outside the tunnel.