ROFLMAO! Whatever gave you that silly idea? Read my FR Home page. I've taught in some of the toughest inner city high schools in Miami, FL. I have lost dozens of students to gang violence and had a colleague of mine, get jumped after school, because he had the AUDACITY to confiscate an iPod from a female. When he confiscated it, she slapped him on the spot. He sent her to the office expecting an arrest as is county policy.
But the poor thing was simply misunderstood and TPTB sent her home on an outdoor suspension (speaking of which in 2005 that school had the highest number of suspensions for violence in the nation: seven THOUSAND--7000 -- in one school year on a population of just 1800!). She returned that afternoon with her crackhead mother, her golden gloves boxer brother and another guy. They jumped the teacher after he'd just finished tutoring some kids for their FCAT exams and they broke his jaw in three places. My class is just across the hall from his. I was out sick that day. Next day, my kids come to class and AXE me if I'm now 'Fraid to come to work? to which I responded thusly: "Look son, I'm too young to die and too old to take a A$$ whuppin' so, I'm just gonna KILL YA."
Their eyes got wide and they said: "Yeah we figured you'd say that." That was because at the other inner city high school from where this one had recruited me to teach a psychology and sociology class, I'd had a little incident where I'd had to put a kid on the ground, screaming. But that was just a small thing, there. It impressed the kids though.
My other buddy at that school (retired Airborne Ranger 1st Sergeant from the 1st Ranger Battalion) had taken out nearly a half dozen kids on his own amidst a sudden gang fight in his class. That was quite interesting. When I say taken out I mean out cold as in unconscious, but not dead. Can't remember if he broke bones.
Code Red shooting incidents were common. One time I was home sick again (it was a "sick" building and I was always having headaches and breathing issues) and a buddy called me on my cell asking if I could "see it." I asked see what? and he replied the dead body riddled with bullets in the street beneath my class room that year. I missed all the cool stuff that year.
Finally I got sick of having the "state" all up in my face (everybody was harassed) -- they kicked 35 teachers out the door to other schools. I survived the cut because we were a triple "F" school and I had very good stats. But I got burned out and requested a transfer.
When I went into my middle school where I am now, I asked: Okay, how many knifings here? They were aghast. It's really quite a nice school, but I need to be teaching the high school kids so I'm trying to transfer to a nice suburban high school next year. I'll probably retire in four or five years.
My point flew entirely over your head.
Things were as bad as you describe at some schools back in the sixties.