Harry Belafonte Quotes

I can get motivated seeing a kid at my son's school overcome a learning disability.

My mind boggles at the amount of violence inflicted upon children in today's society.

I have terrible handwriting. I now say it's a learning disability... but a nun who was a very troubled woman hit me over the fingers with a ruler because my writing was so bad.

I was dyslexic, so I was put in the silly class at school.

If we are to save our children then we must become people they will look up to. Children need heroes now more than ever because the poor children of this nation live with monsters every day. Monsters deprive them of heat in the winter, they don't fix their sinks and toilets, they let garbage pile up in their hallways, they kick them out of their homes, they beat them, shoot them, stab them-sometimes to death-they rape their bodies and their minds. Sometimes they lurk under the stairs. They scuttle around in the dark; you hear them in the walls gnawing, squeaking, occasionally biting a little finger.

I ran away. I kept running away. Almost once a week, I'd run away from those schools. They'd catch me. They'd bring me back to the school, beat me. And it was - it was terrible.

Mum grew up in Wythenshawe, one of 12. My mum didn't really go to school and didn't see the need for education, she got bullied so she excluded herself.

School prepares for the alienating institutionalization of life by teaching the need to be taught.

I was teased horribly as a child and beaten up a lot.

In order to be Miss Anybody you had to have excellent grades, and I had terrible grades because of my dyslexia.

In the end, I did end up repeating seventh grade.

I was brutally bullied in school. I had short hair and buck teeth and kids would call out to me in the most nasty ways possible.

My mother was the most wicked mother ever seen in life when it came to beating. Oh-la-la! Every time I would say, 'This is the end of me.' Oh, how she would beat me.

Let's not glamorize abuse.

Since I was probably eight years old, just about everyday, all the way until I was 14 or 15 years old, just about everyday my mom and my stepdad would roll around in the living room fighting.

I was dyslexic and uneducated and left school at 14. I grew up in Finsbury Park, which was a pretty bad place where you had to fight and be beaten. It was just a constant roundabout of violence.

At 14, I was beehived out. I'm glad there are no pictures!

No matter how much poverty you grow up with, you shouldn't be subjected to violence and abuse.

There are so many people around young kids nowadays it can make it very tough and difficult - people who think they are going to care for those kids but do the opposite.

I am giving this winter two courses of lectures to three students, of which one is only moderately prepared, the other less than moderately, and the third lacks both preparation and ability. Such are the onera of a mathematical profession.

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

I had a major in business, and I graduated with a business degree, but I was perhaps the worst student to graduate from that program.

I have discovered few learning disabled students in my three decades of teaching. I have, however, discovered many, many victims of teaching inabilities.

I think I asphyxiated my children.

I'm overwhelmed by shame that the people who had the responsibility to take care of the tender ones violated that trust and caused them great pain.