Maybe it wouldn\u27t bother us if we hadn\u27t picked up tiny rotten teeth from our classroom floors in a toothfairyless neighborhood. Maybe it wouldn\u27t seem as offensive if we hadn\u27t watched our pupils gobble down free breakfasts and lunches—for some, their only meals five days a week. Perhaps we could overlook it if we didn\u27t know about our students’ losses—a brother killed in a drive-by shooting, a grandmother’s grisly death dealt by a crack dealer, house fires that destroyed everything. Maybe it wouldn\u27t incense us if our elementary pupils had had more up-to-date reference materials than 1952 dictionaries and a donated set of World Books, if we had had a school library or hot water or some playground equipment. And we probab...