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...
A transformational contract. These three words are music to my ears. They were uttered recently by Providence Mayor Jorge Elorza, and if I had been in the room when he said them, I might have just...
Debate rages on about whether or not pre-K teachers need a bachelor’s degree. Proponents argue that degrees will lead to greater respect and compensation for preschool teachers and ultimately better...
"Can you see me after school about this?" was scrawled across the last page of my essay in that trademark punitive red ink that teachers always used in school. A sinister visual, it might as well...