The “public school” is BY FAR, the largest, most expensive, most subversive, and most destructive entitlement program in the country.
The “public school” is better understood as the “government school collective”.
It is silly to imagine that you can fix the public schools, because the very concept itself is communist.
Any child that comes out of the government school collective with their moral compass and common sense intact does so in spite of the government school indoctrination, not because of it.
If you want to win the culture war, have lots of children (see my tagline) and homeschool them or form your own school cooperative with your church or synagogue and like-minded friends and relatives.
Nobody loves your children more than you do.
Nobody can teach your children like you can.
Your children would love nothing better than to be taught by you, if you start doing so before they are corrupted by the government school collective.
It is hypocritical for you to submit your children to an authority with whom you fundamentally disagree. And your children will know it.
If you have children, make whatever sacrifices you must to get them out of the public schools.
DO NOT FEED THE BEAST!
Especially not with your own children.
If you can not or do not homeschool, you can still educate your children. In some ways, with parental coaching if they survive the public school corrosion intact and clear-thinking, they will be resilient to fighting the liberal societal scum throughout their lives.
There was a study a few years back. Kids from involved, Evangelical, church-going families who went to public or private school stopped practicing their faith in college at a rate of something over 85%.
Homeschooled kids from the same families? Kept their faith, something like 95% of them.
Maybe those other kids will come back after college. I know some do. But those odds are just terrible. Even if I didn’t think I could educate my daughter better than some ed school grads, or that the government schools are a cesspool, or that I love her quirky little three-year-old personality and the idea of her going and being conformed to everyone else around her didn’t sicken me, those odds mean she’ll enter an institutional school over my dead body. My husband’s dead body. The dead bodies of both our sets of parents and a very large number of aunts and uncles.
Make the sacrifices. It’s worth it. My parents did and I’m more appreciative every day.