Georgia Argyris 06/13/2010 1:55:00 AM
It's amazing how the media can tell lies and hide the truth! Does anyone out there know what Rebekah Marler Mitchell did in 2004 when she first arrived at P.S. 50 in East Harlem, NY? I was a well-respected kindergarten teacher for 8 years at P.S. 50 with an impeccable record. I worked with 2 prior principals who I never had a problem with and who consistently gave me high marks and praise for my teaching skills every year. Along comes Rebekah in September 2004, and it took her 2 months to destroy my teaching career. She was handpicked for this school by Chancellor Joel Klein. (Apparently, these two have very close ties.) How did I know this? She herself would always tell me "I'm Chancellor Klein's favorite." In fact, he was in our school a lot! I came to find that this Rebekah woman was a monster - a narcissistic sociopath. She hated me from the first day. She was so unbelievably rude and mean to the point of harassment - abused me every chance she got. Why, do you ask? I was always polite and nice to her. It became quite apparent to me that it was jealousy over my looks. I am a former model and according to her FIANCE, "drop dead gorgeous." Her fiance, who didn't work in the school, hung out in the building all day. He showed an interest in me - coming to my classroom, following me to my car, flirting with me every chance he could, making inappropriate comments to me, asking me out, ...etc. I complained. She found out, obviously, anyway. She even took my parking space away and made me drive around all morning in East Harlem looking for parking, just to keep her fiance away from my car and mark me late to ruin my record. She asked the school secretary for my file the 2nd week of school! That is bizarre. According to the secretary, Rebekah had never asked for any other teacher's file. There were other petty things she did of which the list is so long, there is no room to mention it here and besides, the big whammy is what she did next that ultimately led to my demise as a teacher. It so happened that on Thursday, October 14, 2004, I was absent from school due to a doctor's appointment for a sprained ankle, and my students were divided up and placed in the other kindergarten classrooms. (It's difficult to get substitutes in East Harlem.) On that particular day, one of my students was allegedly "hit" by the teacher in one of the classrooms. The parent came to the school to complain about this to Rebekah on Monday, October 18, 2004. According to the parent, Rebekah asked her "Who is your child's teacher?' The parent replied, "Ms. Argyris", and specifically told her that I was not in school that day and that her child was in another classroom - that I was not the teacher who hit her child. She told the parent she would investigate. A light bulb went off in Rebekah's head. I return to school on Monday and rumors were spreading that I was being accused of "hitting" this child. And the Investigation? There was no investigation. The other teacher was never investigated. It was a deliberate, calculated, evil plan to get rid of ME. Rebekah orders me to her office and accuses me of hitting the child. I told her I never hit the child. She claims she asked the child and the child told her it was me. (That is a lie! The child never told her that.) Then she threatens me with an investigation to scare me. I told her to go ahead and investigate. I wasn't scared, yet. I had done nothing wrong, though I knew that this monster was out to get me. (Interestingly enough, the child in question was transferred to my classroom at the beginning of the year because she and her mother specifically wanted me to be her teacher because of my excellent reputation as an educator.) On to the "investigation" - I knew Rebekah was coming to my classroom to interview my students so I placed a a voice-activated tape recorder in my room. Rebekah was caught on tape trying to manipulate and coax my students into saying that I hit this child. She is heard yelling and threatening them to the point at which some children are heard crying. You could also hear them telling her over and over again "No, Ms. Argyris did not hit ________." She then writes up a summary of her so-called investigation complete with false statements and signatures and EVEN CHANGES THE DATE OF THE INCIDENT since I was absent the day it allegedly happened. (On a later date, unbeknownst to her, I had gotten my hands on a copy of the original complaint by the parent which stated the incident had occurred on Thursday, October 14, 2004.) So, Rebekah decides to pay a visit to my classroom on one of my breaks and presents me with her bogus "investigative findings" and orders me to sign this letter stating that I hit this child. I told her that I did not hit this child, or any child for that matter, not on October 14th, not EVER, that she knew I had not hit this child, that I would NEVER hit any child, that she was jealous of me, that she was doing this to get rid of me because her fiance "liked" me, and that she would not get away with it. I told her she changed the date. She told me that it was because the child told her I had hit her on October 15th, not the 14th. (This was untrue and completely ridiculous. First of all, 5 year old children don't have the intellectual capacity to make reference to dates like that.) I also told her I had a tape of her trying to make my students lie and that I was going to give it to the the Department of Education. She told me yet again, as she had told me countless times before, "'I'm Chancellor Klein's favorite, you can't do anything to me." I told her I was going to go to the police and the media. This infuriated her! She turned beet red, even denying me my right to a union rep. This back and forth arguing went on for an hour. She started to get in my face screaming for me to sign this letter, to which I absolutely refused! I then proceeded to leave the classroom because I saw that she was getting out of control. She barricaded the door with her body and wouldn't let me leave! That's when I realized she was really crazy! Expletives began to fly - by both her and I. This was insane. I pulled the door open pushing her aside and ran to a security guard while she screamed that I was attacking her. Another lie! The principal told the security guard that I was a danger and to escort me out of the school. I left. I went home in absolute shock - crying in disbelief. Now, I was scared. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I called the union and they told me to report back to the school the next morning. I didn't want to, but they told me I had to, according to my contract. And so I did the next morning. I was given a letter signed by Rebekah ordering me to report to a teacher reassignment center, of which I did. I quickly learned this was the place where "bad teachers" were sent, a place nicknamed "The Rubber Room". I was so sure I would be out of here in no time. After all, I had my audio recording and proof that Rebekah had changed the date of the incident to match my record of attendance. I also had a recording of the assistant principal stating that she knows for a fact that I did not hit this child and that the parent and child never said it was I, and that the principal hated me because she was jealous of me and the whole fiance thing. (This assistant principal, was demoted by Rebekah and subsequently transferred to another school after learning of the existence of this tape recording. According to the assistant principal, Rebekah ordered her into her office and yelled at her "How could you be so f-cken stupid that you didn't know you were being taped). Meanwhile, I had a conference with officials at the Department of Education and I presented them with all of my evidence. One would think that Rebekah would have been immediately fired! Instead, they order me out of their offices and back to the Rubber Room. They refused to give me back my tapes and other evidence - as if I hadn't made copies. Give me a break! They told me I had to wait for "trial", a trial that never came. Chancellor Klein's reps were present at this conference, too. In fact, he was fully aware of what Rebekah had done to me and began a "cover-up" that lasted for more than 2 years. That man, along with her and all their other cohorts should not have jobs today. I sat rotting away in The Rubber Room for 2 1/2 years with no charges or trial or anything. I saw teachers come and go, charged and found guilty or innocent, fired or returned to their former schools, and I continued to sit there and sit there and sit there. The union kept telling me to wait and that The Department of Education was backed up with cases. I waited and waited and waited. I went to this person and that person and this department and that department and no one would listen to me. No one would listen to me. No one would help me. Each time I was told to return to The Rubber Room. I couldn't take it any longer. I missed my job. I missed my students. I was living this meaningless existence reporting to this room every single pathetic day with nothing to do but sit. I fell into a deep depression and started to be absent from The Rubber Room. I thought this was okay, since I was using the sick days I had never taken - like 65 sick days. Oh no, this was not okay according to the Department of Education. Finally, in 2006, I was charged with "excessive absences" from The Rubber Room! I was ordered to pay a fine of $25,000 or I'd be fired. That's when I decided to make my rounds and get my own attorney, even though I didn't have the money. One attorney negotiated this issue for me and I ended up paying $2000. The other attorney - Mel Sachs- took my case pro bono and was on a mission to take Rebekah and Chancellor Klein and the whole Department of Education down! That is when the REAL investigation happened. Unfortunately, Mel Sachs passed away in the midst of all this, but I am forever indebted to him. Finally, Rebekah Mitchell was going to pay for what she had done to me! When confronted by REAL investigators about what had transpired the last 2 1/2 years, a letter magically appears obviously BACKDATED to October 2004, stating that after a thorough investigation, she - Rebekah Marler Mitchell - had come to the conclusion that I - Ms. Argyris - had not "hit" the student after all. What???!!! I was beside myself. I could not believe this! Obviously, she had just written this letter and backdated it to cover her tracks! She claimed this letter was sent out to all parties involved, including me! This was a lie! No one had ever seen or received this letter - not me, not the union, not my attorneys, no one! Rebekah also claimed she didn't understand why I had been in The Rubber Room for so long because I was innocent. The Department of Education claimed that they would have returned me to my school, but had "lost track of me". The system is so "big!" Are you kidding me? I shouldn't have been surprised by all these lies. The trail of lies and cover-ups was endless! Every avenue and grievance I had attempted to get myself out of this mess was met with rejection, lies, and a full on cover-up. The Department of Education is the greatest example of corruption and collusion. So, what happened to me? To make a long story short - after the "discovery" of the letter exonerating me, I was apologized to and told that I can return to my classroom, as if they were now making up for the wrong that was done to me. Are you kidding me? I was insistent upon being transferred to another school. There was no way I could ever work with this principal again. No way! The union told me that according to my contract, I would have to return to my former school. I refused to return and was therefore absent for the first 4 days. I had to report on the 5th day or I would be fired. You see, when I was charged with being absent from the rubber room, I signed a letter as part of the agreement that I would not be absent more than 5 times or late 55 minutes (accumulated time) from work. Who could have foreseen that this would become a problem? I never had issues with absences and latenesses at work. But, because of this, I was forced to return to the school. On the first day of my arrival, Rebekah greeted me with a smile and said, "Hello Ms. Argyris, welcome back, we've been anxiously awaiting your return." This monster was acting as if nothing had ever happened! For the first time, I looked into her eyes as she was talking to me, and I realized that she truly was a sociopath. There was nothing in her body. She had this faraway look in her eyes - like she wasn't there. And, instead of putting me back in my kindergarten classroom as promised, she gave me third grade. I walked through the hallway sick to my stomach. The school felt odd to me, like something from another life. The students' loud voices were haunting me. The other teachers looked like strangers to me. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like I was being suffocated, dizzy, nauseous - I ran to the ladies' room and I vomited. I even fainted and fell down the stairs on my second day there and was rushed to the emergency room. I hadn't eaten nor slept for days upon learning I had to report back to my former school. I could not be there anymore. I realized then there that I was emotionally spent and clinically depressed and my demise had finally gotten the best of me. I filed for a medical leave, of which I had NEVER done before in all of my years of teaching. Rebekah didn't believe that I was ill. My doctor wrote a letter and stated that I needed a medical leave. I was even sent by Rebekah to the medical offices of the Department of Education and THEIR doctor concluded that I was ill and highly advised that I get a medical leave of absence. However, each and every time I put the medical forms in Rebekah's mailbox to be signed, she put them back in my malbox UNSIGNED. The school secretary informed me that Rebekah refused to sign them. I reported this to the union and the same back and forth nonsense resumed. I was on medication at this point and I just couldn't take it anymore. I started to be late 5 minutes here and 5 minutes there until I accumulated over 55 minutes of tardiness. On the 56th minute, Rebekah fired me. According to the agreement I had signed in The Rubber Room, she had every right to fire me. I didn't care at this point. I was emotionally dead. I remember I went home and I slept for a week. Everything was gone - my whole teaching career, the children I adored, my salary, my benefits, my mental health. I will never teach again. It's gone. It's over. I won't even do it just to get a paycheck. The children will suffer because my heart is not in it anymore. And, God forbid I ruin a child's life to get a paycheck. That will never happen! What became of me? I ended up filing a lawsuit for damages and my attorneys and the union negotiated a monetary settlement with the Department of Education. They took forever to pay me, but they did, mostly to shut up and go away, and I moved to Malibu, CA and returned to my former modeling career. I model now. It's great money wise, but meaningless. It's a meaningless existence. You see, teaching was a meaningful thing for me. It gave me a reason to wake up every morning. I had a purpose. I so loved what I did. I loved and adored my students. I was talented at my craft. My colleagues were a joy. It's okay. That was the past. I have the sunshine now, the ocean, a beautiful home, my dogs and who knows what else is in my future. And what happened to Rebekah Marler Mitchell? Well, she is still the principal of P.S. 50 in East Harlem, NY. She is the ultimate product of a corrupt and colluded NYC Department of Education - still insistent on covering up for her. I feel sorry for the children at P.S. 50. And all the hype about her being a great principal - well, it's all media hype fed by Chancellor Joel Klein and HIS Department of Education. She's not a great principal. She's awful. She got that position from Chancellor Klein because they are good friends. And may I add, Mayor Bloomberg knew all about my case, and instead of doing the right thing, he gave the heads up to Chancellor Klein to "take care of this matter." I believe in Karma, and one day, they will all get what they deserve. Rebekah Marler Mitchell - I can honestly say I loathe and hate you with every bone in my body - you evil, despicable, disgusting, sociopathic, pathetic excuse for a human being. You truly are an UGLY woman in every sense of the word, both inside and out. It's obvious upon meeting that you are UGLY on the outside, but few people know the ugliness you possess on the inside. I have outed you. Be worried - there is more coming your way. I will never shut up and go away.