A Teachers Appreciation Salute To Those Who Paved The Way

As a third generation teacher and a lifelong educator, I owe such an enormous debt to so many powerful educators before me, that it would take a lifetime of service to even begin to show my gratitude. I start by formally honoring my beloved Bigmama/maternal grandmother, our family’s first educator, for setting such a high bar for being an exemplary educator. In many respects my pedagogical knowledge base and experience, the unquenchable internal fire to #EducateToLiberate, even the breadth of my entire career as an educator and writer is indebted to those who came before me and paved the way for the fulfilling life I am blessed to now enjoy. Dr. Carter G. Woodson, the father of the empowered movement to counter mis-education in American schools, theorized that Black students would be increasingly alienated in an educational system unfit to meet their needs. Woodson perhaps unwittingly predicted the inescapable, detrimental effects of the current state of mis-education on Black students in American schools, by arguing that a disregard for the unique Black experience would ultimately render true education unattainable in the U.S. school system. Among the multiple challenges Woodson cited as factors underlying the presence of mis-education were the inculcation of an inferiority complex and a deep-seated self-hatred among the oppressed, Black student; an indictment of the entire educational system as a tool of oppression due to the staunch preservation of outside control; and a harsh criticism of the abandonment of the suffering, impoverished Black masses as the apparent ultimate goal of the Black intelligentsia. Woodson’s targeted indictment of educators and of the Black middle-class in particular, as dismissive of the problems in education, begs the question of how those of us in pedagogy can meaningfully contribute to an enhanced understanding of the interminable problem of mis-education. Certainly, each of the challenges Woodson cited represents themes that are still observable in today’s educational landscape.

I am eternally grateful to the interminable generations of strong men and women and to my Bigmama, who married the love of her life, my beloved Bigdaddy, as a teenager. Over time, she bore ten “stairstep” children (the eldest of whom is my Mother), and somehow, miraculously went back to school – somewhere in between child #5 and #8 – to earn her coveted Bachelors degree and to go on to teach in one of the city’s most respected high school’s. Bigmama’s academic accomplishment was no easy feat for a woman born and reared in the early 1930s. It is apparent how much Bigmama courageously defied the odds when one considers that racism and the insatiable diet of America’s hatred against Blacks, was just one generation removed from the inhumanities of enslavement and sharecropping. At the time, the threat to Black lives was all-encompassing and even more palpable than it is today. Moreover, in the 1930s the role of women was reduced to being only docile and impenetrably cheerful mothers and housewives. When women did dare to explore employment outside of the home, it was at 30-50% of the pay of that of men and this discriminatory employment gap was even more pronounced for those of African descent. To the collective credit of our family and with Bigdaddy’s loving support, Bigmama courageously shattered the common work expectation of Black women to merely occupy a role as ‘the help’, i.e. domestic workers. She blazed a Revolutionary trail of academic excellence by earning a degree and teaching on the secondary level. In later years, she similarly challenged the confines of the gender-biased religious institution by earning a Masters degree and divinity license at Cambridge, after which she miraculously founded her own AME (African-Methodist Episcopal) church. It should come as no surprise, that my Bigmama (displayed above in her regal graduation regalia), is my real-life, in the flesh inspiration and heroine. Ask any Black woman (like myself), who is blessed to enjoy a degree of personal success and career accomplishment in life-to identify our inspiration(s)-and we often don’t have to look much further than our very own mother and grandmother’s. #Blessed

In my case, I was blessed to encounter exemplary educators throughout my lifetime trajectory, so becoming an educator was merely the predestined fulfillment of both my family’s tradition and our ancestors’ collective dreams. At the ripe age of 15, I was admittedly out of my element, when my mother summoned the indomitable will to move across the country as a newly divorced parent of four children. Having secured a well-paying yet demanding national civil rights position, Mama uprooted us from our middle America, middle-class utopia environment replete with enrollment in private/public schools of choice and the lifestyle of a sprawling brick home with a lush garden and backyard in which to roam freely; to take up residence in neighborhood public schools of NJ/NY, often denoted by only a number, to living in cramped quarters, in a literal concrete jungle with scarcely enough space to think or move. Well ultimately, the decision to move proved to be beneficial and life-changing for us all. My elder brother and I went on to attend a nurturing and exemplary HBCU conveniently located in the east coast region, while my younger siblings had their horizons forever broadened by having experienced a rich, bi-coastal upbringing. Most importantly, I was fortunate to meet an exemplary educator who left an indelible impact upon my life and one who substantively influenced my decision to discover my pre-destined career path as an educator. At the time, it seemed doubtful that my life would ever escape the newfound, harsh reality of inner city life in America.

Though I was accustomed to the advanced, college preparatory and admittedly engaging performing arts enriched curriculum of Cass Technical High School in Detroit, MI – I soon struggled with the unchartered territory of gross mis-education in the depressing forms of: the soft bigotry of low expectations encountered on the east coast. My school was accessible to all and very well attended but appeared to only be equipped with: non-challenging, general education classes; bathroom stalls without doors and the newfound need to vaseline my face AND remove my earrings every day (as a safeguard against the threat of potential physical violence), prior to school dismissal and the long walk home. My new reality as a student at Snyder High School in Jersey City, NJ proved to require a major cultural and mental shift, in which it quickly became apparent that I would require less attention to academic rigor, college preparedness and much more energy upon tacit, street smarts in order to survive. The first several weeks of enrollment in my new, neighborhood high school environment I did just that . . . survived. I learned to survive the promise of daily beat-downs from a popular, upperclass female student, Octavia, who swore up and down that I had purposely enticed her man Junebug (I did not). In my defense, I fought all attempts to avoid Junebug’s wandering eyes although I was not successful, (and for the record, yes this is his actual nickname). With every passing day, I attempted to postpone Octavia’s summoning wrath, to no avail. My valiant efforts had increasingly proven futile because Junebug made it clear that he was especially intrigued by at least exploring the pursuit of the new girl, who met the physical description of being “thicker than a snicker”, despite appreciating the beautiful young woman he already had the privilege of claiming. Alas, despite all attempts at being purposefully withdrawn in hallways, at lunch and in all public spaces outside of the doldrums, which had become my daily classroom routine, this only increased his enjoyment of the sport of the chase. Meanwhile, his girlfriend Octavia made it abundantly clear that for simply existing in her world, my ass was in imminent danger.

And so it went, a vicious cycle of banal classes and escaping unwarranted bloodshed, for weeks on end – until one day after uncharacteristically speaking to a classmate (I had learned to temper my gregarious personality and loud, booming alto voice in week 1 because I was incessantly teased for sounding so ‘country’ and not having perfected the NY/NJ accent), I was overheard speaking too loudly in the school’s auditorium, the one room which amplified my already loud voice. It was then that Mrs. Williams, the English Department Head who had been assigned to supervise an overcrowded group of students relegated to the auditorium (due to the lack of substitute teachers to cover classes), stopped speaking abruptly and demanded “wait, who said that?” “who was just speaking?” “you…there, what is your name and where are you from?” she demanded. Having realized I was busted for socializing and that there was no escape from the inevitable, I rather hesitantly raised my hand and stated my full name, grade and then dutifully admitted that I had just moved to the area from Detroit, MI. I had foolishly believed that the addition of the extra information, that I had just moved to town, would somehow absolve me from further judgment and embarrassment since the once loud auditorium was suddenly rendered eerily quiet. Apparently, my rookie mistake was in thinking that I was in trouble because before I could scarcely finish the part about being from Detroit, Mrs. Williams had already swooped upon me to proclaim that she knew I wasn’t from there because of my accent and she then proceeded to shower praise upon my diction and elocution while she asked a series of questions. As it turned out, Mrs. Lillian Williams was the resident powerhouse of a high school English teacher, spirited leader and mentor (almost all schools have at least one dynamic personality), who blessed the lives of so many generations of students in her lengthy tenure as an educator. From that day on, Mrs. Williams became my bonafide guardian angel, who promptly assessed my academic abilities; introduced herself to my Mom; enrolled me in advanced placement humanities courses and an offsite performing arts program, appointed me as the Editor-in-Chief of the school newspaper (exhaustively mentoring me all along the way), and lit a flame of fire into my counselor’s non-existent efforts to engage the college enrollment protocol at once, in order to ensure an academic scholarship to the university of my choice, upon high school graduation.

The impact of positive exemplars in my lifetime is not limited to educators – however there is no negating the pivotal roles that each one of the aforementioned ‘gems’ has had in my self-image, goal-setting and career. Without Bigmama’s deft ability to successfully juggle the full-time obligations of: wife, mother, teacher and preacher – I would never possess the tireless drive needed to bounce back from life’s misfortunes and to emerge virtually unscathed. Without Mrs. Lillian Williams and her determined, passion-driven zeal to ensure the success of her students; her infectious belief in my own abilities when I had intentionally extinguished my own light; her effortless phenomenal woman persona and constant reminder not to shrink in order to attempt to fit in with my peers; and her loving, selfless insertion into my impressionable teenaged life there is no doubt that I would not be the woman who I am today. Furthermore, without the persistent admonition to pursue lifelong learning from Dr. Clifford Watson, yet another impactful educator mentor and the founding principal of Malcolm X Academy in Detroit, MI I would never have explored the NYC teaching fellowship, to earn my masters and later my doctorate degree(s) in education. Lastly, without Dr. Carter G. Woodson’s impressive and trailblazing record of scholarship; his uncompromising insistence on the inclusion of African history into the educational experience of Black students and his literal lifetime commitment to countering the mis-education of Black students in America, there would be no impeccable blueprint with which to #EducateToLiberate.

Indeed I am, because we are . . . and during this meaningful and annual observance of #TeacherAppreciation, I humbly salute those who paved the way for my educational career and for the opportunity to craft a life of my dreams. Asé.


How Black Genius is Misdiagnosed as Disability

Full disclosure: I am an educator who has long fought against the tendency for Black students to be disproportionately diagnosed w/ disabilities, especially considering the huge error of margin in rushing to judgment in an institutionally racist system which regards our children as an “other” and given the common thread of behaviors which intersect an ADHD diagnosis and that of giftedness/exceptionalism. As an avid believer in the oft-neglected, innate genius of Black children (in particular), and one in awe of the indomitable spirit of our people as a collective, I am convinced that Black genius has routinely been misdiagnosed as a disability in K-12 schools in America. I argue that it’s time for the entire pedagogical profession to shift our myopic views of what constitutes a developmental disability and consider how our bias too often informs the disproportionate labeling of Black youth as special needs. If scholarly research determines the validity of an existing pattern of prevalent pedagogical practice, findings would likely augment the veracity of modern testing protocols and inform the measurement of youth of all other ethnicities as well. Academic testing – How Academic Testing is Racist – in any form is racist, as such disproportionate disability diagnoses can scarcely be deemed viable, when rendered in a system which is firmly rooted upon antiquated systems of oppression and when performed at the hands of educators suffering from the scourge of the perpetual mis-education of Black students.

Honestly, has it ever occurred to a large percentage of the reigning resident experts, i.e. “holier-than-thou” educational policy makers that the students most prone to “acting out” during daily instruction and/or those least engaged with the didactic (and predictable asf) teaching style, are merely bored beyond belief and grossly underestimated in terms of their scholarship and ability? Surely, we must shift the blame from Black students’ and other students of color supposed inabilities, given the unrealistic expectation to conform to a flawed, Eurocentric model of education which neither places their experience nor their uniquely cultural (and multiple intelligences inclusive) learning styles at the forefront of the learning experience. For example, if indeed restlessness, inattention, impulsivity, high activity levels, and creativity infused day-dreaming are regarded as evidence of superior intellect in African centered or AP (advanced placement) classroom settings, then such behaviors are also representative of the trademark virtues commonly associated w/ being gifted. Yet, these behavioral indicators are often only afforded a positive connotation in specialized, small, private or otherwise affluent schools, overwhelmingly comprised of White students. Unbeknownst to many non-educators, in the average public/charter schools, the exact 👏🏾same 👏🏾descriptors 👏🏾are used to disenfranchise Black students and to otherwise limit, or completely obliterate a universal belief in the natural genius of our Black youth. This practice typically manifests as a large percentage of Black students in integrated school settings (and especially those in large, urban, underfunded school districts), as belonging to a special needs population, encumbered with academically underperforming tendencies or severely developmentally disabled labels and treatment.

There is widespread knowledge among pedagogical circles that the behavior profiles of gifted students closely mirrors that of troubled and/or non traditional students. Therefore, the only discernible difference in opportunity, resources, service delivery and corresponding student performance data is how a student has been officially labeled while on the K-12 trajectory. In affluent districts, student’s who are not traditionally served by general education classroom settings are almost immediately assumed to be gifted and prescribed to being set apart as bright, talented, creative, or as markedly gifted children who would benefit from advanced academic placement and smaller class sizes (among other interventions). The corresponding academic and social expectations are subsequently raised, the requisite resources and teacher quality soars and students officially begin the lifelong trajectory of designation as “gifted”. On the contrary, in urban schools across the nation, our most gifted population of Black students show traditional signs of non-conformity and are immediately regarded as academically, socially and behaviorally disadvantaged and after enduring the referral process, they languish in poorly staffed, scarcely resourced and sparsely funded Special Education departments. In this model SPED students are otherwise relegated to a bleak future wherein academic, social dysfunction is expected and deemed as the norm. Sure, they are placed in small class environments too – only these spaces are not labeled as advanced placement classes, but resource rooms. The bulk of these students almost exclusively mirror the self-fulfilling prophecies of lowered expectations, poor academic performance, social stigmatization and exclusion from the lifelong learning opportunities afforded to their equally gifted peers (born to a different culture and socioeconomic class). Ultimately, the inherent bias, labeling, and level of services offered by educational institutions is predicated upon the slightest nuance in special needs classifications and despite the apparent and often overwhelming intersections between giftedness and diagnosis as “an other”, there’s a literal world of difference between the two categories. Sigh . . .

Until now, little attention has been devoted to the similarities and differences between the two groups, particularly from the viable perspective of race and class inequalities as manifested in educational settings, thus raising the potential for misidentification in both areas — giftedness and disabled. Overwhelmingly, White students are referred to psychologists or pediatric physicians for their non-conformist, ADHD behaviors while Black students are routinely referred to behavior interventionists, deans and even external law enforcement facilities and detention centers at an equal (or accelerated), rate. Perhaps it’s time to acknowledge that Black students comprising the disabled ranks in segregated, underfunded inner city schools, possess levels of, as yet undiagnosed genius and have been failed by a system intent on their mis-education. Instead, Black students are increasingly diagnosed with ADHD, ASD and/or as distinguishable only in the form of academically, socially or behaviorally significant statistics.

As a general rule in academic practice, when White students’ even begin to exhibit behaviors in alignment with boredom, misbehavior or not working up to his/her apparent ability, they reap the corresponding benefits of attending well funded, resourced educational environments in which their parents’ favorable property values, all but guarantee that the best available social workers, psychologists, counselors and highly compensated administrators and staff will service their every need. In such idyllic environments, every educational and familial stakeholder is well versed in engaging an all-encompassing protocol replete with early intervention allowances to ensure the academic and social success of the individual student’s. When afforded a timely opportunity to be assessed on their academic strengths and weaknesses, the student is then, more often than not, determined to be “gifted and talented” in one, or more, distinct academic disciplines or social emotional capacities. As a veteran educator and scholar, I am not the least bit critical of this high expectation infused protocol of educational service delivery. On the contrary, I merely interrogate the absence of the same tried and true procedural precision in widespread application in the urban schools where I have taught/served as an administrator and in environments in which Black student scholars predominate.

Perhaps as evidence of the grave disparity in being diagnosed as gifted, in a recent Twitter thread, one middle-aged woman courageously, unwittingly exposed the frequency of White, affluent students being diagnosed as “twice-exceptional” in adulthood for harboring a virtually undetectable disability as adults, after having already been labeled as exceptional/gifted during their K-12 years. The thread quickly went viral and it rather innocently exposed the wealth of people who admitted to having benefited from being gifted early in life, while exhaustively detailing the corresponding frustration at struggling academically (or socially-emotionally), later in life when their learning disability was finally diagnosed. For many people, the academic and social differences only frustratingly emerged while enrolled in Ivy League Colleges or whilst working in corporate America, so clearly their White privilege anesthetized them from the special needs shame uniquely experienced by Black students. This only increasingly underscores the reality that the traits of giftedness and disability seamlessly intersect w/ race and class being the only discernible distinction in classification. Common admissions on the twice-exceptional thread included statements in line with this one: “Identified as gifted in grade school. I “never paid attention” in class, always turned in homework late, but did great on tests. I was only later diagnosed with ADHD at 19…”.

Educators must consider that if a student doesn’t finish his/her assignments, or hastily answers questions without showing their work; if their handwriting and spelling or organizational skills are poor; or if the student persistently fidgets in class, talks to others, refuses to keep a seat and often disrupts class by interrupting others they might well be aptly deemed as requiring intervention. The pivotal question is whether the student is gifted or developmentally disabled, and furthermore who is in the best possible position to render such a profound diagnosis? When students’ prematurely shout out the answers to teachers’ questions it’s admittedly annoying (despite the fact that they are usually right). Likewise, when a particularly bright light of a student daydreams during whole group instruction or seems far too easily distracted – these tendencies are typical precursors to being diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). However, because of the inescapable reality of institutionalized racism, in similar case studies involving Black students we rarely if ever, pause to consider whether he/she is gifted, developmentally disabled or some semblance of both? More often than not, Black students are overwhelmingly diagnosed as falling within the confines of the latter Special Education population. While this should not constitute a prescription for academic disenfranchisement, it usually manifests as just that. Therein lies the dilemma of mis-education.

Since in current practice, educational professionals reach the consensus of an ADHD diagnosis by initially listening to parent or teacher referrals (detailing the child’s academic/behavioral profile), w/ only the insufficient contribution of a few brief classroom and social observations of the child, we must make allowances for human error and bias. Even in other cases, when brief screening questionnaires or assessments are used, these measures typically supplement the parents’ or teachers’ subjective descriptions of the original behaviors. Admittedly, only students who are fortunate enough to have thorough physical evaluations, which include screening for allergies and other metabolic disorders, and those afforded extensive psychological evaluations – including assessments of intelligence, achievement, and emotional status – have an equal footing at being accurately diagnosed as either gifted or disabled. It is clear that any student, Black or White, affluent or impoverished, may well be gifted and/or have ADHD or ASD. The truth is that without a thorough professional evaluation, exclusive of the assumptions common in a codified system of oppression, it is difficult to tell. Determining whether a child has ADHD can be particularly difficult when that child is also gifted. The use of many instruments, including intelligence tests administered by qualified professionals, achievement and personality tests, as well as parent/teacher rating scales, can substantively contribute to discerning the the subtle differences between ADHD and giftedness. All evaluations must also be followed by appropriate curricular and instructional modifications that account for cultural competencies and nuances, advanced knowledge, diverse learning styles, and various types of intelligence.

In the end, thoughtful consideration and appropriate professional evaluation is warranted before concluding that bright, creative, intensely gifted and talented Black students have developmental disabilities – or not. We must collectively consider all of the characteristics of the gifted/talented child’s culture, class and background (as well as that of the resident experts) before rushing to judgment. Parents: Do not hesitate to raise the possibility of giftedness with any professional who is evaluating your child for ADHD or ASD, as it is your right to interrogate this possibility. It is vitally important for all educators to make the correct diagnosis, and for parents and teachers to be similarly obliged to educate ourselves, since giftedness is often neglected in our collective professional development training. Together, in mindful consideration of the prevalence of mis-education, we can curb the incidence of Black genius being misdiagnosed as a disability. Otherwise we are all guilty of a grave disservice to all of humanity.


White Female Teachers + Black Students = Mis-Education

An entire qualitative study is warranted on the inescapable, yet subtle ways that mis-education is propagated at the hands of seemingly benevolent White, female teachers whose disdain for Black students is glaringly apparent in microaggressions. Black students, the world over, have long been subjected to pedagogical racism in the various forms of: lowered expectations, assignment as pet projects/mascots, target practice for linguistic “speak standard English only” oppressive zones, poster children for the disproportionately tested, used as behavior referral and prison pipeline guinea pigs and as unethical study subjects in Tuskegee experiment styled, Common Core curriculum infused trials. Black students bemoan the recurrent disservice of being forced to act as ‘unofficial’ spokespersons #ForTheCulture and being shamelessly misused as fodder for slavery re-enactment displays (reeking of racism, yet poorly disguised as hands-on “history” lessons). For Black students, the K-12 years are akin to a torturous  journey of re-enslavement in which abject tokenism, tyranny and exploitation informs nearly every interaction with the vast majority of their White, female teachers. Too strong a statement? No. An over exaggerated assessment of Black students’ reality? I think not. But of course, this ideology is entirely dependent upon one’s perspective.  Consider that it is White Women who overwhelmingly elected Trump and that this is the same demographic who aggressively persists in reporting an incredulous litany of  non-crimes of law-abiding Black people to police on an almost weekly basis across the country. Clearly this troubling behavior exposes a pattern of behavior which does not lie dormant during the course of a typical school year. Informed analysis reveals that the same racism, classism and oppressive power dynamics which are manifest in society have disastrous implications upon all students of color and particularly on the psyche of Black students. Essentially, Black students are merely surviving the K-12 trajectory, but are not thriving and this is merely a testament to our well-honed survival skills in preparation for suffering a dreaded lifetime of institutionalized oppression. Acknowledge that any post secondary pursuit of academic excellence beyond the initial baptism by fire of the first 12 years of school, comprises the sum total of Black people’s remarkable ability to withstand hostility filled classroom environments, in which White women wield the only degree of power this patriarchal society allows them to exercise.

In terms of recognizing the telltale signs of modern-day mis-education in the covert form of microaggressions, the insidious hatred takes on many forms. From the common scenario in which a Black student (insert any student of color), innocently requests to go to the restroom with the question “Can I go to the bathroom, please?”, to which the White, female teacher (insert any holier than thou, privileged person in authority) snarkily replies “I don’t know? Can you go to the restroom?!”, in an apparent reference to the improper use of grammar. For the mortified student, they have just been publicly maligned and sarcastically corrected by a respected person of authority who casually assumes the role of the grammar police, thereby rendering the classroom as not a place of learning where everyone is welcome – and grammar lessons are delivered at appropriate times – but as a protected, White space in which no student of color dare exercise agency or free expression. Of course, the indignant power dynamic of centering whiteness as the norm is not new, on the contrary, racists publicly correct the language use of all people of color and regard all spaces as their personal domain to police as they deem fit – please reference pertinent examples.  Clearly, for the unsuspecting student in the aforementioned scenario, there are no valued lessons learned. They will retain only the harmful memory of having been embarrassed for innocently expressing a legitimate need, and become adept at internalizing oppression and ceasing to be themselves in a hostile environment. Whereas, the clueless teacher (even if confronted by a parent), fails to see the harm in utilizing what they deem to be a #TeachableMoment and ponders, in vain, as to how to better infuse music, slang and/or any host of other manipulative stereotypes as a means to effectively reach their Black students who don’t seem receptive to their loving, standards-based and welcoming classroom. Ha! Therein lies the rub, indeed a problem for the ages. The disproportionate diversity demographics of 80% predominantly White, female teachers to an almost equal number of students of color is an indictment upon an American educational system which has its historic foundation upon institutionalized racism and separate, unequal practices which essentially informs the ever-widening achievement gap. How will authentic education ever be accomplished in the midst of such divergent perspectives? It is my contention that no real learning can take place at all given this oppressive model (sigh), only gross mis-education.

As shared in my own qualitative, narrative dissertation of the prevalent (yet oft-ignored), phenomena of mis-education, the study concluded that the narrative voice of Black educators must be afforded a prominent platform as a pertinent means for ‘resident experts’ to willingly share of their own degree of mis-education and to similarly propose the best, evidence-based practices to successfully counter the debilitating effects of suffering a daily onslaught of microaggressions within the classroom setting. Among the all too common themes which frequently emerge in the empirical data of Black students suffering mis-education, there are incidents of being told that “You speak/read/learn/ compute very well” as if African genius is an anomaly or that “You are a credit to your race” as a supposed compliment by an authority figure who actually believes that they have their innate bias in check. Despite record levels of creative innovation and educational advancements, Black people are still being acknowledged as “the firsts” in so many diverse arenas and in the presence of equally (or even lesser) educated peers. We are generally regarded as “the help” or as having earned a position through affirmative action, while being unfairly compensated for performing the same professional capacities. In fact, among the academic community and in society in general, White women and men so often leverage their Whiteness to game the system, that it limits  their capacity to ascribe natural genius to Black people at all. There’s such a wealth of insidious, persistent stereotypes governing  educational policy in the key areas of curriculum, instruction, assessment and scholarly research that it is fairly common to still be the only person of color to be published in elite journals, sought as featured presenters, or to occupy the seats on policy boards which empower us to wield significant power in schools to effect the change needed to turn the tide of mis-education. Until Black scholars (and all people of conscience who support our revolutionary efforts to decolonize education) collaborate in exposing these issues throughout districts and via targeted government appointments – students of color will continue to comprise the ranks of the oppressed. Far too many Black, Asian, Latinx and Indigenous students have been undervalued for their (or their family’s) immigrant status and asked to clarify where they are born, or to say words in their native language on command. In terms of the microaggression of color blindness – in what alternate reality has it ever been appropriate to foolishly proclaim that you “Don’t even see color” or that “I have Black friends”?  Please be crystal clear in recognizing that all claims of color-blindness are as offensive as the day is long, yet such statements are repeatedly uttered by folks who would rather pretend that they don’t acknowledge another’s ethnicity as preferable to being mindfully conscious of and ultimately working everyday not to weaponize their normative whiteness and privilege through self-education and concerted effort. 

It is clear that for White, female teachers and Black students . . . nearly all interactions are problematic, particularly given the power dynamics of an outdated, yet all-too-common classroom construct, whereby the teacher is the sole authority figure and students’ are regarded as merely empty vessels waiting to be filled. For White, privileged education policy makers, there is no apparent urgency to increase the diversity of America’s teaching force or to level the playing field of potential success for Black students because the intentional design of the system holds that some students will inevitably fail.  There is no authentic crisis in the myopic view of policy makers, as long as the student failures reside squarely within the demographic of Black students, and other students of color.  An analysis of multiple studies devoted to the Black-White student achievement gap conclude that systemic discrimination and generational poverty are at fault for the massive disparity in student achievement and this is indeed a sound conclusion, supported by data. However, little attention is paid to the direct correlation between the overwhelmingly White teaching force and the increasingly diverse student populace, as a primary contributing factor to the ever-present achievement gap. From a purely statistical perspective, it is absolutely unacceptable for there to be such a dearth of quality, educators of color (in general) and Black educators (in particular), to teach our increasingly Black and Brown student majority.  Honestly, how can you teach me, if you don’t know me, respect my worldview (often antithetical to your own), or love me? It’s arguably impossible to learn, think critically or prosper when subjected to the same level of purse clutching fear and abject hostility in play elsewhere. Although studies have shown that there is no effect upon White students when they have Black teachers, the exact opposite is true for Black students who are irreparably damaged and otherwise mis-educated from a lifetime of exposure to the White, female homogeneity of the schools. Still, there’s been little to no national recruitment efforts sponsored by educational policy makers to significantly and permanently increase teacher diversity, at a rate which honors, values and is commensurate with the overwhelming ranks of students of color. Even the New York Times cited diversity and bias training as only a temporary remedy to addressing an age-old problem. Yet, many schools fail to even undertake this preventative measure, thus ushering in an entire era of tone deaf, misguided, out of touch White teachers who could care less that their repeated, failed attempts to “teach” students of color, only reinforces their innate bias, privilege and normalizing the tendency to project a superiority complex over our children. Sigh . . . and so a vicious cycle proliferates.

Undoubtedly, there are countless exceptions to the rule, in the form of admirable, White women educators who are staunch professionals, conscious of their White privilege and who are instrumental in sounding the alarm re: the need for change. However for others, the sincere message is this – listen up clueless colonizers: no más, no more, no ma’am! Keep your ‘Angelina Jolie wanting to adopt us’ energy; coupled with your ‘Sandra Bullock I’m only married to racists and star in Hollywood savior films for fun’ energy; and especially your ‘Alyssa Milano #FakeWoke, wannabe anti-racist, Twitter fingers-activist screaming “I see you, I feel you, I AM YOU” toxic, empath energy back to the ‘unsolicited, denounce Min. Farrakhan or else soapbox, which you hastily handcrafted to showcase your poorly disguised allegiance, while inadvertently outing your own unchecked superiority complex’. By all means, keep your ‘detached suburban living, my own children attend private school and my conservative political preferences are private’ energy waaayyy over there. Because trust me, Black students/parents and the community in general are already accustomed to carrying the heaviest load in terms of our own freedom from oppression, so you are either helping or harming the cause – there is no middle ground. It helps tremendously to be mindful of never engaging in widespread posturing, placating or complete ignorance to the power imbalance that the average classroom environment cultivates and governing yourselves accordingly.  As a viable starting point towards a solution for what ails the system of mis-education engendered by White, female teachers and Black students is to engage:

  • Nationwide Recruitment/Retention of Black Teachers – It is pivotal to honor and attune the entire education community to the empowered voices and opinions of Black educators who are as commonly tokenized and disrespected as valued professionals as are Black students in the classroom. Black educators have long been vocal about the need for increased support in both entering and sustaining a viable future in the education profession. Thus, nationwide recruitment and retention strategies are key.
  • Diversity & Inclusion Training – Racism, elitism and White privilege are so firmly rooted in education as to render diversity training one of many mandated curriculum strands required for the well-rounded, rigorous and relevant professional development offerings of all educators and pedagogical leaders. Every school needs rigorous, relevant and competent diversity training, ideally at the hands of an experienced Black scholar educator well-versed in institutionalized oppression in schools, in order for each institution to attempt to rid itself of its own unique form of the universal scourge of racism.
  • Scholarly Research (both Qualitative and Quantitative) – Without question, the demographic impact of the prominent number of White women in leadership of diverse classrooms and schools must be thoroughly researched and analyzed in terms of their reinforcement of the ‘survival of the fittest’ culture, which supports the status quo and sustains institutionalized oppression. Any and all attempts to contribute to the virtually non-existent, 21st Century knowledge base of mis-education in the field of educational policy are welcomed.
  • Policy Change & Legislative Action – It’s not enough to support ongoing mass opposition to DeVos’ racist policies, targeted commercialization and the widespread privatization of schools. Teachers nationwide engaged in protesting and fighting for better pay and legislative change while opposing future cuts to education must similarly advocate for increased federal/state investment in anti-racist teacher education and all other complementary efforts to decolonize pedagogy through anti-racist curriculum, instructional and disciplinary protocols rooted in equity and justice. Educators have a collective obligation to actively work towards leveling the playing field in the areas of: recruitment, hiring and teacher retention strategies while simultaneously tackling the increasing incidents of racism and xenophobia in all of our K-12 schools and college campuses across the country. 

Educational institutions and teachers which continue to operate in a vacuum, business as usual, despite the presence of the significant injustices buoyed by the overwhelming number of White, female teachers and Black students will only serve to exacerbate the problem of  mis-education. 

March is Reading Month

Model and Celebrate the Joys of Reading

The month of March is known for the advent of Spring and Spring Break; Division I Men’s Basketball Tournaments, themed “March Madness”; Women’s History Month and (drumroll please…) reading. As educators, parents and those wishing to benefit from the merits of lifelong learning, we should promote universal literacy as a way to spread the love, joys and wonder of reading. Because you are reading this blog post, it’s safe to assume that you are a willing convert to the many benefits of being an avid reader. So attempting to convince an active blog reader of the need to celebrate this glorious pastime, would be like preaching to the choir. While clearly you already enjoy the intellectual stimulation of an informative article, well written thought piece or a good book – sadly, we must acknowledge that literacy is an elusive concept to many. It should be affirming to know that the literacy rate increases worldwide with each new generation however, according to the National Institute for Literacy (2017), more than 200,000 adults (or 47% of city of Detroit residents) are still functionally illiterate. Given these heartbreaking statistics, it is more than timely that a celebration of reading be a feasible reality to predominate all of the events traditionally associated with the month of March. Let’s each vow to do our unique part to positively influence the dynamic of #WorldLiteracy by infusing the love of reading (and spirited mass communication in general), into others’ lives by adopting just a few habits, which we can implement this month and incorporate throughout the year.

Visit your local library – Libraries are an essential and universally accessible “gem” for any literate society, but because we far too often take our own literacy for granted – we fail to visit, support and appropriately utilize this convenient treasure trove as a readily accessible resource. Google has become the preferred go-to-source for all information and as a result, we often risk falling prey to mis-information or subjective, sponsored content without valuing research as worthy of our serious investment. As a visible indictment upon our disregard for the sacred value of literacy, our libraries are now grossly underfunded, sorely underutilized and otherwise at risk of permanent closure. Increasingly, because of the abject laziness which has become synonymous with this technological age, libraries are deemed relics of the past or unnecessary luxuries while scores of people suffer from a lack of knowledge. Admittedly, literacy rates fluctuate from country to country and even in areas renowned for their sound educational systems, those who live in the most impoverished conditions, still suffer higher rates of illiteracy. The best way to remedy this aberration is to carve out your own semblance of a #SpringBreak to sponsor local library field trips (for educators and families) or use the month of March to enjoy a solo venture to the library in order to renew your membership and check out a book. Each of us has an obligation to ensure that literacy is not only our unique inheritance, but also our ‘gift’ to those we love and others less fortunate.

Volunteer to read – What if we borrowed from the #MarchMadness frenzy traditionally reserved for college basketball to apply just a portion of that infectious energy to a worthy, volunteer effort? Schools, senior homes and even church Sunday School or Vacation Bible School classes would greatly benefit from volunteers of all ages and persuasions simply volunteering to read aloud. Reading books aloud is a vital part of literary instruction in virtually every nursery, daycare and primary school atmosphere because this contributes to vocabulary and comprehension skill enhancement in early childhood development. From an academic standpoint, there should never be an assumption that our students were blessed with a level-playing field of having come from literate households that modeled an exemplary regard for reading and writing. Thus, teachers of students from kindergarten to grade 3 (and beyond), must seamlessly fuse read-aloud opportunities on each day of instruction in order to appropriately model the think-aloud, questioning and demonstrate the contextual nuances of vocabulary development which accompany the art of reading for understanding. At the alternate end of the spectrum, reading to elders (in either your family or in medical/residential facilities), reminds them of the joys of a medium they may have once relished, but which age and illness may limit or altogether prohibit. As a teacher, I frequently walked my homeroom class to the local library for research, sponsored a fast food lunch and then the class would spend the rest of the afternoon inspired by the new knowledge we had gained. As a school district administrator, I proposed, budgeted and rarely, if ever missed an opportunity to accompany our students and teachers to a local nursing home so that children (of all ages) could partake in the sheer joys of showing off their own read-aloud, comprehension and public speaking abilities while simultaneously driving home the benefit of giving back c/o a viable, inter-generational platform.

Purchase or donate lightly used books as gifts – For many of us, gift-giving often ‘breaks the bank’ or encourages spending to excess for material things which are only temporal and/or symbolize shallow expressions of love in the final analysis. The gift of a book is meaningful and priceless . . . because the value has lasting implications far beyond the intended holiday or occasion. Reading is a much more enriching and beneficial activity than so many other indulgences in life. The novel concept of books as a perfect gift also refers to giving away used books as well, because their value does not depreciate over time. A novel you (or your children), once enjoyed but have finally grown out of may now be treasured by the next generation and your charitable gift is key. My daughter was at first hesitant to part with her used children’s books when I introduced the concept of passing them down to her younger cousins many years ago, (lol). As an only child she was always somewhat possessive and it never occurred to her that her books could be appreciated by others. It helped that each round of giveaway’s meant a shopping trip to replenish her library – but more importantly, it was pivotal for her to learn that knowledge is not for our individual consumption, on order to be blessed in life, we must willingly share and give the gift of knowledge. In my own life, I learned the joy of giving gifts of the heart because of our family’s annual observance of Kwanzaa. An African-American holiday founded in 1966 by Dr. Maulana Karenga, #Kwanzaa literally means first fruits and offers a truly meaningful and rich celebration of the new year and of our African heritage than that which is traditionally associated with the extreme commercialization of Christmas. In our home, as in the homes of many peers, we celebrate both Christmas and Kwanzaa and rather than merely enjoying the festive joy of one holiday, we observe and celebrate each of the seven days of Kwanzaa immediately following Christmas, from the 26th of December – January 1st, thus reaping the best of all spiritual, cultural and meaningful gift-giving connotations imaginable. As children during Kwanzaa time, we were bound by giving gifts of the heart including: doing one another’s chores, offering unsolicited compliments or making handmade, keepsakes. Of the few Kwanzaa gifts (zawadi), which could be purchased, were books because of their vastly tangible return on such a nominal, yet worthy investment. Perhaps we could all begin to donate or purchase the gift of books among our family and friends thereby establishing a meaningful tradition.

Collectively, we can commemorate #MarchIsReadingMonth by expanding literacy beyond the comfort of our own familiar routines to introducing the joys and wonder of reading to those around us. There is little else which has the capacity to ignite the light of our imagination and spark inner creativity than reading, so literacy is a gift we must give away through modeling best practices ourselves. The small, yet meaningful acts of: visiting a local library, reading aloud to others and buying or donating books as gifts are priceless.

“One child, one teacher, one book and one pen can change the world.” –Malala’s Magic Pencil by Malala Yousafzai

Wishes For My Daughter

I can’t believe it’s been 20 years since your birth, seems like it was just yesterday . . . eagerly awaiting your arrival on February 23rd, but I was pleasantly surprised when your long anticipated grand entrance was on the 26th instead. I know now that this was merely divine confirmation that you would always do everything in your own time – and that is precisely what you have always done (smile).

In life, there is no shame in operating in accordance with divine order, in fact this is a powerful testament to being in perfect alignment with the Creator’s will for your life. So, as I affirm your always silent, observant and innate light-filled persona, I salute the official end of your teenage years with all of the meaningful, sentimental value that your formal welcome to adulthood deserves. And in the tradition of honoring each revolution around the sun as an opportunity to thoughtfully reflect on the past, revel in the present and to positively project upon the glorious future; please allow me to engage the symbolism of our sacred African inheritance and annual Rites of Passage tribute tradition, by offering this public post. Jendayi – to you for whom I eternally “give thanks” please accept these heartfelt mother to daughter, well-intentioned wishes as you usher in the 20s, with just 3 of the major things, I wish I had known in my 20s:

1. My first wish is that you find God in yourself and love her fiercely – You are the divine essence of all creation and a pure reflection of God. As a Black woman, all life springs from your loins and because you are the progenitor of the earth, there’s nothing new under the sun. Indeed, you/we/us have always been here and shall now and forever BE. Both your sun-kissed melanin and your natural crown provide an external affirmation of your beauty and an infinite connection to the divine. Beautiful, powerful, resilient, dipped in honey, emblazoned in bronze and intricately laced in gold. Goddess woman: she, me, you, we, us have an inner knowing which guides us through life. Trust your intuition, quiet voice, spirit of discernment and spiritual foresight because each of these virtuous gifts will come naturally to you and they will serve as both divine guidance and a pertinent reminder that the power of God resides in (and is always accessible), to you.

2. Secondly, my wish is that you don’t sweat the small stuff (and it’s all small stuff) – The world will unfairly label you as an Angry. Black. Woman. for your resistance to internalized oppression. Resist and fight to end oppression wherever it exists and by any/all means necessary, anyway. You will be regarded as too Black and too strong for your fierce defiance in the face of injustice in many forms, not the least of which is institutionalized racism. BE proud, unapologetically Black and strong anyway.

Your confidence will be misconstrued as conceit and your timeless, effortless, impervious-to-aging, Black woman beauty and creativity will be regarded as marketable commodities in a world which objectifies Black women as only sexual, creative beings to be widely appropriated and exploited. Don’t acquiesce to the norm of being valued in terms of your proximity to a false, European standard of beauty. Know that the unique components of your African beauty ARE the standard by which all other cultures seek to glean inspiration. Recognize that true beauty is cultivated within and must be maintained through positive self-talk, healthy living, a balanced/wholistic and active lifestyle and a non-negotiable regimen of self-care. BE fully prepared to exhaustively counter the world’s objectivity, by maintaining your unique voice, agency and power as distinct and protected from all external, commercial interests (often obfuscated from your view). And BE confident, beautiful and wildly creative anyway.

As a Black woman you are the quintessential paradox of normative Whiteness, as such, your very being is the direct antithesis to the age-old construct upon which oppressive power is wielded. So, as a means to force your identity into the stereotypical role of subservience which maintains the status quo and makes other people less threatened by your divine light – They will expect you to dance to the rhythmless beat of their off-color jokes and tunes, to scratch where there’s no itch, or to laugh when ain’t a damn thing funny. I implore you to exercise your intellect, power and outspoken nature to purposefully shine your light while resisting the familiar practice of shrinking as a means to placate their need to feign superiority. Ensure that your presence adds value in every context, and always shift the very atmosphere in order to give 👏🏾 them 👏🏾 life 👏🏾. Because ultimately it is you, as the Black woman, who has truly given life to all of humanity and honestly, why should we mess with our powerful legacy? They will suggest you are a troublemaker when you deign to rock the boat in privileged, White spaces and when you repeatedly albeit successfully challenge the status quo. BE scholarly, resolute and outspoken anyway.

Your intellect, unmitigated strength and outspoken nature – especially in academia, the workplace, the world of politics and the larger social environment – which all too often reward mediocrity – will undoubtedly be deemed as arrogance. In these arenas, openly regarded as White spaces, they will accuse you of being toxic for merely existing and for successfully navigating the treacherous terrain of their familiar domains. I admonish you to continue speaking truth to power and to courageously engage in truth telling directly to the faces of persons who need to be enlightened by your unique contributions to the world. I encourage you to BE your authentic self in these spaces, and to highlight your intellect, unmitigated strength and outspoken wisdom nonetheless. They will condition you to literally hate yourself. They will expect you to subscribe to their flawed, myopic definition of who (and whose), you are as a Black woman. Seemingly all of society will work tirelessly to convince you of your second class citizenship. They will try to convince you of your own lack of self-worth and suggest that there’s not much to love about you. Yeah right . . . Love yourself fiercely, without limits or restriction and then extend that love externally to the rest of the world anyway.

There will be studies and popular opinions to suggest that there are no legitimate prospects with which to fall in love and whom to ultimately marry as your preferred ideal mate: a Black man. Humph! Find and fall deeply in love with a powerful Black man anyway.  Black men are our natural, regal counterparts – and God’s generous gift to humanity – in the majestic form. Why would we succumb to demonizing them along with the rest of humanity. Don’t fall prey to this insidious trap. They will try to convince you of your perpetual and inescapable destiny as a single, Black mother struggling alone with your children against insurmountable odds. When in actuality, the Black Power inherent in our vibranium strong, Black family structure is perhaps the greatest threat to the perpetuation of White supremacy and world domination by the 1%. So, against the odds of a powerfully convincing, preconceived agenda and national narrative against the aesthetically beautiful and genetically indestructible family unit of: a Black man, woman and child – Work hard and succeed at maintaining a solid Black family unit anyway. I look forward to the opportunity for you and your loving Black husband to welcome the next generation of gifted and immensely talented Black children, and to similarly love and nurture them into their historic greatness by rearing them in a happy, economically prosperous and spiritually stable, African-centered household armed with the love and rigorous knowledge of self that wisely secures their future(s).

3. Finally, my wish is that you use the wisdom and mortal sacrifice of your ancestors along with the blessings of: a close relationship with God, loving relationships, your college education, life experiences, voracious reading and limitless travel to be a lifelong learner, grow in grace and wisdom, appreciate your many blessings, expand your worldview and to showcase the God within you to the rest of the universe. I pray that you be empowered in all things and continue setting goals for yourself. Know that heartbreak and unforeseen obstacles are inevitable sureties in life. Despite this, you have the power and unmistakable obligation to unlearn your own mis-education, to reach, teach, glow and grow so that you might fulfill your divine purpose in the world. There is no rush, for you walk in the mighty footsteps of your royal ancestry. And it bears restating that there’s no shame in operating in accordance with divine order and being in perfect alignment with God’s will.

Never doubt that you can change the world my love. For Black women have always, will continue and shall forever change the narrative by virtue of simply being ourselves. Happy Birthday Jendayi! Welcome to the ranks of powerful Black womanhood, we collectively #Salute you on the exciting journey ahead.