When my mother was a child growing up in the 1920’s and 30’s in Odessa, Mo., African American children were provided a one-room wooden school house, where grades kindergarten through 8 were taught by one teacher. There was no provision for these children to go past the 8th grade. My mom had to leave home at the tender age of 14 to work in a white family’s home in order to complete her high school education at a segregated school. None of the other children in that class were educated beyond eighth grade.
Years later, in the mid-1950’s, my parents moved to a small historically Black neighborhood in what was then south Kansas City. I attended a two-room school house with one teacher for kindergarten thru 3rd grade and one for fourth grade through 8th. We had to go outside and down some stone steps to get to the bathroom. My people have been labeled less than and underachievers for centuries and at the same time endured (and conquered !) these blatant obstructions to development. They persist to this day in one form or another. “Cut off my legs and then call me shorty.” HYPOCRISY!!
Racism is the ultimate, destructive hypocrisy.
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