I can name the Black educators I had growing up on one hand.
One. Hand.
And if I add the ones I had in college and graduate school, I’m still on that same one hand (gulp).
Let’s look at some data for context. I did a rough calculation of the total number of teachers I’ve had in my preschool-12th grade public school career — about 52. So for me, 5.7% of my teachers were Black. That’s not far off from the national average — currently, it is estimated that about 7% of teachers are Black even though 13% of the students that we serve are Black.
The average teacher? I’d do well to look in the mirror because [pullquote]I am the average American teacher — 43 years old, white, female.[/pullquote]
Here’s why that’s a problem.
This Thursday, September 9th is the #WeNeedBlackTeachers Day of Action. This movement is youth-organized and youth-led, with a goal of making sure Black students see themselves in the teaching force, increasing their ability to reach their full potential in positive and affirming educational spaces.
And we can all be a part of this movement! Here’s how to join:
That’s it! A simple lift to highlight and celebrate the Black teachers who have made a difference in our lives, in hopes that we can draw even more attention to this important issue.
I taught at many a school that served all Black and brown kids, though the teaching staff was mostly white. Yes, I loved my kids, I taught my heart out, and we all grew miles and miles.
But [pullquote]I’m pretty sure my students would have grown more if I wasn’t just one more white teacher in front of them.[/pullquote]
I think about that for my daughter, who is biracial. She started school last week, and I can’t help but worry that her teachers don’t look like she does.
When she’s my age looking back, I hope she has more than one hand up when she counts her Black teachers. I’m counting on it. Not because being a white, female teacher (like myself) is a bad thing, but because I want her to see the beautiful brilliance that can be her future as a Black woman.