The royal knights of Harlem 0
BY VI NGUYEN ON 21ST MAY 2015 SOUL
Within walking distance of my Manhattan apartment, but also lightyears away, there is a part of New York called Spanish Harlem. In many ways it is a Third World country. Infant and maternal mortality rates are about the same as in say, Bangladesh, and average male life expectancy is even shorter. These facts it shares with the rest of Harlem, yet here many people are also separated from the more affluent parts of the city by language.
When all this is combined with invisibility in the media, the condescension of many teachers and police who work in this Third World country but wouldn’t dream of living there, and textbooks that have little to do with their lives, the lesson for kids is clear: They are “less than” people who live only a few blocks away.
At a junior high that rises from a barren patch of concrete playgrounds and metal fences on East 101st Street, Bill Hall teaches the usual English courses, plus English as a second language to students who arrive directly from Puerto Rico, Central and South America, even Pakistan and Hong Kong. Those kids are faced with a new culture, strange rules, a tough neighborhood and parents who may be feeling just as lost as they are. Bill Hall is faced with them
While looking for an interest to bind one such group together and help them to learn English at the same time, Bill noticed someone in the neighborhood carrying a chessboard. As a chess player himself, he knew this game crossed many cultural boundaries, so he got permission from a very skeptical principal to start a chess club after school
Few of the girls came. Never having seen women playing chess, they assumed this game wasn’t for them, and without even a female teacher as a role model, those few who did come gradually dropped out. Some of the boys stayed away, too—chess wasn’t the kind of game that made you popular in this neighborhood—but about a dozen remained to learn the basics. Their friends made fun of them for staying after school, and some parents felt that chess was a waste of time since it wouldn’t help them get a job, but still, they kept coming. Bill was giving these boys something rare in their lives: the wholehearted attention of someone who believed in them
Gradually, their skills at both chess and English improved. As they got more expert at the game, Bill took them to chess matches in schools outside Spanish Harlem. Because he paid for their subway fares and pizza dinners, no small thing on his teacher’s salary, the boys knew he cared. They began to trust this middle-aged white man a little more. To help them become more independent, Bill asked each boy to captain one event, and to handle all travel and preparation for it. Gradually, even when Bill wasn’t around, the boys began to assume responsibility for each other: to coach those who were lagging behind, to share personal problems and to explain to each other’s parents why chess wasn’t such a waste of time after all. Gradually, too, this new sense of competence carried over into their classrooms and their grades began to improve.
As they became better students and chess players, Bill Hall’s dreams for them grew. With a little money supplied by the Manhattan Chess Club, he took them to the State Finals in Syracuse.
What had been twelve disparate, isolated, often passive, shutdown kids had now become a team with their own chosen name: The Royal Knights. After finishing third in their own state, they were eligible for the Junior High School Finals in California.
By now, however, even Bill’s own colleagues were giving him reasons why he shouldn’t be spending so much time and effort. In real life, these ghetto kids would never “get past New Jersey,” as one teacher put it. Why raise funds to fly them across the country and make them more dissatisfied with their lives? Nonetheless, Bill raised money for tickets to California. In that national competition, they finished seventeenth out of 109 teams.
By now chess had become a subject of school interest—if only because it led to trips. On one of their days at a New York chess club, the team members met a young girl from the Soviet Union who was the Women’s World Champion. Even Bill was floored by the idea that two of his kids came up with: If this girl could come all the way from Russia, why couldn’t The Royal Knights go there? After all, it was the chess capital of the world, and the Scholastic Chess Friendship Games were coming up.
Though no U.S. players their age had ever entered these games, officials in Bill’s school district rallied round the idea. So did a couple of the corporations he approached for travel money. Of course, no one thought his team could win, but that wasn’t the goal. The trip itself would widen the boys’ horizons, Bill argued. When Pepsi-Cola came up with a $20,000 check, Bill began to realize that this crazy dream was going to come true
They boarded the plane for the first leg of their trip to Russia as official representatives of the country from which they had felt so estranged only a few months before. But as veterans of Spanish Harlem, they also made very clear that they were representing their own neighborhood. On the back of their satin athletic jackets was emblazoned not “U.S.A.,” but “The Royal Knights.”
Once they were in Moscow, however, their confidence began to falter badly. The experience and deliberate style of their Soviet opponents were something they had never previously encountered. Finally one of the Knights broke the spell by playing a Soviet Grand master in his 30s to a draw in a simulation match. The Russians weren’t invincible after all; just people like them. After that, the Knights won about half their matches, and even discovered a homegrown advantage in the special event of speed chess. Unlike the Soviet players, who had been taught that slowness and deliberation were virtues, the Knights had a streetsmart style that made them both fast and accurate.
By the time Bill and his team got to Leningrad to take on the toughest part of their competition, the boys were feeling good again. Though they had been selected at random for their need to learn English, not for any talent at chess, and though they had been playing for only a few months, they won one match and achieved a draw in another. When the Knights got back to New York, they were convinced they could do anything
It was a conviction they would need. A few months later when I went to their junior high school club room, Bill Hall, a big gentle man who rarely gets angry, was furious about a recent confrontation between one of the Puerto Rican team members and a white teacher. As Bill urged the boy to explain to me, he had done so well on a test that the teacher, thinking he had cheated, made him take it over. When the boy did well a second time, the teacher seemed less pleased than annoyed to have been proven wrong. “If this had been a school in a different neighborhood,” said Bill, “none of this would have happened.”
It was the kind of classroom bias that these boys had been internalizing—but now had the self-esteem to resist. “Maybe the teacher was just jealous,” the boy said cheerfully. “I mean, we put this school on the map.”
And so they had. Their dingy junior high auditorium had just been chosen by a Soviet dance troupe as the site of a New York performance. Every principal in the school district was asking for a chess program, and local television and newspapers had interviewed The Royal Knights. Now that their junior high graduation was just weeks away, bids from various high schools with programs for “gifted” kids were flooding in, even one from a high school in California. Though all the boys were worried about their upcoming separation, it was the other team members who persuaded the boy who got that invitation to accept it
“We told him to go for it,” as one said. “We promised to write him every week,” said another. “Actually,” said a third, “we all plan to stay in touch for life.”
With career plans that included law, accounting, teaching, computer sciences—futures they wouldn’t have thought possible before—there was no telling what continuing surprises they might share at reunions of this team that had become its own support group and family
What were they doing, I asked, before Bill Hall and chess playing came into their lives? There was a very long silence.
“Hanging out in the street and feeling like shit,” said one boy, who now wants to become a lawyer.
‘Taking lunch money from younger kids and a few drugs now and then,” admitted another.
“Just lying on my bed, reading comics, and getting yelled at by my father for being lazy,” said a third.
Was there anything in their schoolbooks that made a difference? “Not until Mr. Hall thought we were smart,” explained one to the nods of the others, “and then we were.”
อัศวินรอยัลของเล็ม 0โดยเหงียน VI บน 21 อาจจิต 2015ภายในห้องพักของฉันอพาร์ทเมนท์แมนฮัตตัน lightyears ไป เป็นส่วนหนึ่งของนิวยอร์กไทม์สแควร์สเปนที่เรียกว่า ใน เป็นประเทศโลกที่สาม อัตราการตายของทารก และแม่กำลังเดียวกับพูด บังคลาเทศ และอายุขัยเฉลี่ยชายจะเร็วกว่านั้น ข้อเท็จจริงร่วมกับส่วนเหลือของไทม์สแควร์ ได้ที่นี่หลายคนจะยังแยกออกจากส่วนมากแต่ละเมืองตามภาษาเมื่อทั้งหมดนี้จะรวมกับ invisibility สื่อ condescension ของครูมากและตำรวจที่ทำงานในประเทศโลกที่สาม แต่จะไม่ฝันนั่น และหนังสือที่มีน้อยกับชีวิต บทเรียนสำหรับเด็กเป็นที่ชัดเจน: จะ "น้อยกว่า" คนที่อาศัยอยู่เพียงไม่กี่บล็อกไปที่เจ้าสูงที่เพิ่มขึ้นจากแพทช์เป็นหมัน playgrounds คอนกรีตและรั้วโลหะบนถนนตะวันออก 101st ฮอลล์รายการสอนภาษาอังกฤษคอร์สปกติ นอกจากภาษาอังกฤษเป็นภาษาที่สองแก่นักเรียน ที่มาจากเปอโตริโก กลาง และอเมริกาใต้ แม้แต่ปากีสถาน และ Hong Kong เด็กเหล่านั้นจะต้องเจอกับวัฒนธรรมใหม่ กฎแปลก ย่านยาก และผู้ปกครองที่อาจรู้สึกเพียงสูญหายพวกเขาเป็น หอตั๋วจะประสบกับพวกเขาในขณะที่ค้นหาความสนใจผูกกลุ่มหนึ่งเช่นกัน และช่วยให้เรียนภาษาอังกฤษในเวลาเดียวกัน รายการสังเกตคนในกระดานหมากรุกในการถือครอง เป็นโปรแกรมเล่นหมากรุกเอง เขารู้เกมนี้ข้ามขอบเขตวัฒนธรรมมาก เพื่อให้เขาได้รับอนุญาตจากครูใหญ่มากสงสัยเริ่มคลับหมากรุกหลังจากโรงเรียนน้อยหญิงมา ไม่เคยมีเห็นผู้หญิงเล่นหมากรุก พวกเขาถือว่า เกมนี้ไม่ได้ สำหรับพวกเขา และไม่ มีแม้แต่ครูผู้หญิงเป็น ผู้ที่ไม่ได้มาค่อย ๆ กระตุกออก ของชายที่ดี มากเกินไป — หมากรุกไม่ได้ชนิดของเกมที่ทำให้คุณรู้สึกในย่านนี้ — แต่ยังคงโหลเกี่ยวกับการ เรียนรู้พื้นฐาน เพื่อนทำสนุกของพวกเขาสำหรับการพักหลังจากโรงเรียน และผู้ปกครองบางส่วนรู้สึกว่า หมากรุกไม่ให้เสียเวลาเนื่องจากจะไม่ช่วยพวกเขาได้รับงาน แต่ยัง พวกเขายังคงมา ตั๋วให้เด็กผู้ชายเหล่านี้บางสิ่งบางอย่างที่หายากในชีวิต: wholehearted ความสนใจของคนที่เชื่อในพวกเขาค่อย ๆ ทักษะของพวกเขาที่หมากรุกและภาษาอังกฤษดีขึ้น ขณะที่พวกเขามีผู้เชี่ยวชาญมากขึ้นในเกม รายการถ่ายการแข่งขันหมากรุกในโรงเรียนนอกสเปนเล็ม เพราะเขาจ่ายค่าโดยสารรถไฟใต้ดินและดินเนอร์พิซซ่า สิ่งไม่เล็กในเงินเดือนของครู เด็กชายรู้ว่า เขาดูแล พวกเขาเริ่มเชื่อฝรั่งวัยกลางคนนี้น้อยมาก เพื่อช่วยให้พวกเขามาเป็น อิสระ ตั๋วถามเด็กละกัปตันหนึ่งเหตุการณ์ และจัดการเดินทางและเตรียมพร้อมสำหรับมันทั้งหมด ค่อย ๆ แม้ตั๋วไม่รอบ เด็กผู้ชายเริ่มรับผิดชอบกัน: อบรมผู้ถูก lagging หลัง ปัญหาส่วนบุคคลที่ใช้ร่วมกัน และ การอธิบายของผู้อื่นผู้ปกครองทำไมหมากรุกไม่ได้เช่นการเสียเวลาหลังจากนั้น ค่อย ๆ เกินไป นี้สัมผัสสายมาเข้าห้องเรียนของพวกเขา และเกรดของพวกเขาเริ่มที่จะปรับปรุงเป็นพวกเขากลายเป็นนักเรียนดีขึ้นและผู้เล่นหมากรุก ตั๋วฮอลล์ความฝันสำหรับพวกเขาเติบโต ด้วยเงินเพียงเล็กน้อยโดยคลับหมากรุกแมนฮัตตัน เขาถ่ายไปรอบชิงชนะเลิศรัฐในซีราคิวส์รับเด็กปิดแตกต่างกัน แยก มัก แฝง สิบสองมีตอนนี้กลายเป็น ทีมที่ มีชื่อตนเองท่าน: อัศวินเดอะรอยัล หลังสิ้นสุด 3 ในรัฐของตนเอง พวกเขามีสิทธิ์สำหรับรอบชิงชนะเลิศมัธยมตอนต้นแคลิฟอร์เนียBy now, however, even Bill’s own colleagues were giving him reasons why he shouldn’t be spending so much time and effort. In real life, these ghetto kids would never “get past New Jersey,” as one teacher put it. Why raise funds to fly them across the country and make them more dissatisfied with their lives? Nonetheless, Bill raised money for tickets to California. In that national competition, they finished seventeenth out of 109 teams.By now chess had become a subject of school interest—if only because it led to trips. On one of their days at a New York chess club, the team members met a young girl from the Soviet Union who was the Women’s World Champion. Even Bill was floored by the idea that two of his kids came up with: If this girl could come all the way from Russia, why couldn’t The Royal Knights go there? After all, it was the chess capital of the world, and the Scholastic Chess Friendship Games were coming up.Though no U.S. players their age had ever entered these games, officials in Bill’s school district rallied round the idea. So did a couple of the corporations he approached for travel money. Of course, no one thought his team could win, but that wasn’t the goal. The trip itself would widen the boys’ horizons, Bill argued. When Pepsi-Cola came up with a $20,000 check, Bill began to realize that this crazy dream was going to come trueThey boarded the plane for the first leg of their trip to Russia as official representatives of the country from which they had felt so estranged only a few months before. But as veterans of Spanish Harlem, they also made very clear that they were representing their own neighborhood. On the back of their satin athletic jackets was emblazoned not “U.S.A.,” but “The Royal Knights.”Once they were in Moscow, however, their confidence began to falter badly. The experience and deliberate style of their Soviet opponents were something they had never previously encountered. Finally one of the Knights broke the spell by playing a Soviet Grand master in his 30s to a draw in a simulation match. The Russians weren’t invincible after all; just people like them. After that, the Knights won about half their matches, and even discovered a homegrown advantage in the special event of speed chess. Unlike the Soviet players, who had been taught that slowness and deliberation were virtues, the Knights had a streetsmart style that made them both fast and accurate.By the time Bill and his team got to Leningrad to take on the toughest part of their competition, the boys were feeling good again. Though they had been selected at random for their need to learn English, not for any talent at chess, and though they had been playing for only a few months, they won one match and achieved a draw in another. When the Knights got back to New York, they were convinced they could do anything
It was a conviction they would need. A few months later when I went to their junior high school club room, Bill Hall, a big gentle man who rarely gets angry, was furious about a recent confrontation between one of the Puerto Rican team members and a white teacher. As Bill urged the boy to explain to me, he had done so well on a test that the teacher, thinking he had cheated, made him take it over. When the boy did well a second time, the teacher seemed less pleased than annoyed to have been proven wrong. “If this had been a school in a different neighborhood,” said Bill, “none of this would have happened.”
It was the kind of classroom bias that these boys had been internalizing—but now had the self-esteem to resist. “Maybe the teacher was just jealous,” the boy said cheerfully. “I mean, we put this school on the map.”
And so they had. Their dingy junior high auditorium had just been chosen by a Soviet dance troupe as the site of a New York performance. Every principal in the school district was asking for a chess program, and local television and newspapers had interviewed The Royal Knights. Now that their junior high graduation was just weeks away, bids from various high schools with programs for “gifted” kids were flooding in, even one from a high school in California. Though all the boys were worried about their upcoming separation, it was the other team members who persuaded the boy who got that invitation to accept it
“We told him to go for it,” as one said. “We promised to write him every week,” said another. “Actually,” said a third, “we all plan to stay in touch for life.”
With career plans that included law, accounting, teaching, computer sciences—futures they wouldn’t have thought possible before—there was no telling what continuing surprises they might share at reunions of this team that had become its own support group and family
What were they doing, I asked, before Bill Hall and chess playing came into their lives? There was a very long silence.
“Hanging out in the street and feeling like shit,” said one boy, who now wants to become a lawyer.
‘Taking lunch money from younger kids and a few drugs now and then,” admitted another.
“Just lying on my bed, reading comics, and getting yelled at by my father for being lazy,” said a third.
Was there anything in their schoolbooks that made a difference? “Not until Mr. Hall thought we were smart,” explained one to the nods of the others, “and then we were.”
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