In the end, we may be hurting the very people we should be concerned about - the inner-city poor, those who already have to live with many risks in their daily lives, those who do not have clout here in Washington.
It doesn't matter what you're trying to accomplish. It's all a matter of discipline. I was determined to discover what life held for me beyond the inner-city streets.
Music was in the air when I was growing up. My siblings Katy, Dave and Phil were musical; my dad worked in inner-city New York where a musical revolution was taking place - folk music, rock n' roll, gospel music. My sister taught me to sing. My brothers taught me to play.
My younger sister retired a few years ago after a 30-year career teaching history and social studies at an inner-city high school.
I was like any other inner-city kid with a chip on his shoulder because his daddy and his mommy wasn't together.
Growing up in inner-city Glasgow, it sometimes seemed to me money hadn't been invented.
I was lucky that science fair was mandatory at my high school in inner-city Buffalo.
In 1968, America was a wounded nation. The wounds were moral ones; the Vietnam War and three summers of inner-city riots had inflicted them on the national soul, challenging Americans' belief that they were a uniquely noble and honorable people.
Imagine if baseball were taught the way science is taught in most inner-city schools. Schoolchildren would get lectures about the history of the World Series. High school students would occasionally reproduce famous plays of the past. Nobody would get in the game themselves until graduate school.
I grew up in one of the most deprived parts of Britain. I know the problems which inner-city children face.