Every day I drove to hospice, I stared at the painful reminders of school inequities. In the week that led up to losing my grandmother, I drove through Chicago to a nearby affluent suburb. I was in...
I spent most of my first year of grad school sitting in the back row of class with my hood up. There were nearly 40 of us in the cohort. Two were Black. My hoodie was an act of silent dissent. Today,...
It’s Saturday afternoon, I’m cleaning my kitchen, and the teacher’s union leader is knocking on my door. He’s running for a county board seat. He seems like a nice guy, and I know firsthand how hard...
Does being me give me an advantage in my inner-city classroom? I often reflect on this question because every school year I learn from a handful of students that I am their very first Black male...
Here in the United States of America, land of the free and home of the brave, we believe in equality. For education, that means if all students are expected to reach the same performance standards...