I grew up in Queens (St. Albans), New York, and attended Andrew Jackson High School in the early ’90s. My family, who migrated to New York from the island of Jamaica in the late '70s, was unconcerned...
I attended a predominantly Latino grammar school. We were all friends for the most part—the Black students, Mexican students and the few White students that went there. But whenever there was a...
For 10 years—the first decade I was in school—all my teachers were White women. As a Mexican-American kid, I didn’t get the chance to have a man of color as a teacher until high school. Going into my...
What I loved about Solorio was that I really got to know the teachers. Teachers wouldn’t talk down to us. It wasn’t lecture style. We would learn as much as we could about a reading or an assignment...
When the NewSchools Summit in San Francisco ended last week, Black attendees were asking me what I would write about it. They were curious because this Summit was markedly different from the last...