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Each student deserves an equal opportunity.

Olivia Esposito,
Wantagh, NY

My experiences and understanding that prompted me to choose my six words was the idea that when I become a classroom teacher to elementary school students, I want to instill in my students that each student is deserving of equal opportunities and will all be treated equally, despite their background, race, disabilities, and academic achievements. I aspire to have all student’s know that in my classroom there will be equal opportunities to succeed.

We’re all the same, but different.

Cynthia-81515Cynthia Parra,
Beaumont, TX.

Through my profession, I have been given the opportunity to work with university students from marginalized groups and I have become a local social justice advocate. What I have learned is that everyone one wants to be be love, accepted, and not judged. We as individuals, just go about looking for love and acceptance in different ways.

Failed to befriend first black student.

Middleton-Inn-back-porch-before-dinnerLynn Scott Cochrane,
Washington DC.

I grew up in a deeply segregated Charlotte, NC in the 1950s and 60s. When my high school, North Mecklenburg, was finally integrated in about 1963, there was one black girl who always sat alone in the cafeteria. She may have been the only black girl in the school that year. I KNEW I should befriend her, but I didn’t have the courage, to my everlasting regret and shame.

I’m not that A+ Aisan student.

Yia Yang,
Saint Paul, MN.

I’m a student, just any regular student who listen and do their work. I don’t always get good grade or the grade everyone expect me to have. I’m Asian but it doesn’t mean I’ll be a A+ student because of all these rumors or post on social media saying “Asian are the smartest” “Asian are A.”

Music teacher listening to student cries

IMG_1156Jamie Coppa,
Asbury Park, NJ.

As a music teacher with an almost entirely black and hispanic student body, I was met with stories of oppression, lack of food, disrupted sleep, abuse, incarceration, and even the murder of the loved ones they so deeply cared for. I will never forget the beautiful music my students expressed through their hardships. I will always strive to do more on their behalf.

Just another do-good white woman.

Margaret Davenport,
Vienna, VA.

This was said to me by a black male student in a high school program for disadvantaged but very bright, high potential students where I was academic adviser and counselor. It was said with a combination of dismay that there were few men or blacks working in this kind of program, at the same time with respect and appreciation for what I was trying to do.

Privileged, What exactly does that MEAN?!?

Janet Davis,
Huntsville, AL.

I live in the South where we have always had a larger black population as long as I can remember & we have always gotten along. It’s insulting when I see so many people talking about the Southern states being such a hotbed of racists. No place is perfect, but I doubt the South is worse than other places I’ve seen. And stop saying reverse racism doesn’t exist, it does. I have redhair and am very pale, I lost track of the # of times black students in my high school classes, would sing-song in front of the other students mind you & aimed at me exclusively because I was so pale the following rhyme:

Black is beautiful,
Brown is tan,
Your white skin is ugly like the Klu Klux Klan.

No one has a right to torment others because of the roll of the hereditary dice. No matter what another white person has done to you, you have no right to take it out on every white person you see. That makes about as much sense as a white person taking out their prejudice on all blacks they see. I was a shy, quiet student who kept to myself & I was taunted & teased because of something I had no control over, my skin color. Because I’m white, it’s considered justice. If I were black, people would be angry.

It’s a distinction that few are willing to recognize or understand & immediately dismiss. To many, Black People attacking white people is justice, despite the fact that the white person being attacked likely has a 0% chance of having ANYTHING to do with what they’re angry about.

If we are going to discuss race, it helps if we are being honest with ourselves. The saying, “ Two wrongs don’t make a right?” Why doesn’t it apply here? I’m tired of being accused of things because of something I had nothing to do with, my skin color. I also have a son & as he is a white male, he is public enemy #1, for no other reason than the fact that he is white & male. The fact that this is an acceptable train of thought by a lot of white, feminist Americans is really sad to me. They want my son to fail for those 2 reasons, both being things he couldn’t control.

____ Students’ Association! Fill the blank.

KM,
Austin, TX.

I am current in college at one of the largest public universities. Not a week goes by where I don’t see a group of students sitting at a table and asking passerby’s to join their organization. One of the most numerous types would be the such&such Students’ Association.

I am of mixed race. For one of the ethnicities, I have an extremely limited understanding of the language. For the other, the language is so obscure and archaic, not even a foreign languages hipster would know about it. My appearance is also unlike either group. This leaves me unable to really join either group without still feeling left out. It reflects a childhood where I was discriminated against or left out since I was half of one and of another.

I always wonder what it would feel like to be in one. If it is as full-filling as I always imagine it would be. It makes me wish there was a place for me at a campus with 75,000 people, that I could do something to make the place feel just a little bit smaller.

You’re cute for a black girl

Leah Thomas
Florissant, MO

I grew up in Saint Louis, MO and I moved to a mainly white private school in the 5th grade. I was a “gifted student” according to my public school district and my parents struggled to give me a better education. As I got older, of dating age, I started to get more attention from boys. That attention shaped my life in ways I never could have imagined.

I remember the first guy who liked me in 5th or 6th grade. He was black and we carpulled to school together. One day he told his white friend that he liked me when I was maybe five feet away. His friend then looked me up and down and said “man you can do better than that”. My eyes shot down at my feet and I walked away quicker than I knew I could. When boys liked me it seemed like it was always supposed to be a big secret. They would ask me to see a movie outside of school, but just give me a simple wave throughout the hallways.

It seemed like they were taught that black women were not supposed to be attractive. I was some unusual exception because I didn’t roll my neck and snap my fingers–like that was all black women were supposed to do. I wanted to cry and run away each time I heard those six words. It hurt me even more when it came from the black private school boys. They got sucked into the thought process that black women were beneath them and not meant to be attractive. How could they say those words against their own race?

They came from a black mother, have black cousins, and maybe have a black sister.
I felt like I had nowhere to turn and nowhere to run to. I was always the “first-black-girlfriend”. Just some educational experience for someone who originally never intended on dating a black woman.
I want to be beautiful for a woman. I am beautiful for a woman. Not beautiful for a black girl like I am so far beneath the expectations for beauty. I am beautiful because I am me and I am a person.

Colorblindness means you can’t see me.

Ashley Diaz Mejias,
Richmond, VA.

I write this as 34 year seminarian and old mom of two girls; my husband is haitian and puerto rican, and I am cuban and white. I am part of a church that, over the past year, has walked through race dialogues in an effort to begin bearing witness to what we all believe to be God’s heart for the world — diversity and inclusivism that neither fears nor dilutes difference, but rather teaches us to bear with one another in the places of tension and suffering. I helped to craft the curriculum that we walked through, and we tried to encourage our church to understand that race is a socially constructed category — in one way, it *doesn’t* matter– and yet it has so profoundly shaped our history, tradition, and experience — so it absolutely matters. We’ve done fairly well, I suppose.

As a student of race and theology in graduate school, I think we have worked very hard. Unfortunately, though, even as the church strives to be inclusive racially, we are still pretty terrible at it. Our church manages to do some things well — we are in a diverse area in Richmond, we do talk about race, a LOT, we are confessional in our theology, and we are beginning to look things like privilege, whiteness, etc. However, my kids — and the kids of many Americans — fall between the cracks in the public conversation on race. My daughters will never have a church that is exclusively for them, they will bear the curse that I’ve born of having people look at them in their colorblindness and assume they are white (I’ve had people say things like, “oh! your last name doesn’t SOUND caucasian” “you’re not really cuban though, I mean, you aren’t right? you’re too white.”). My husband’s ethnicity evokes all sorts of reactions. I realize the understanding that all of these demands is really, a return to a more curious posture towards our fellow human. I often leave these race conversations slightly hopeful and mostly grieved, though, because I know we have so, so far to go. We still give in to the pull towards “colorblindness”, which means, for me, I go unseen.

At least I’m not a whiteboy

Julia Rivers,
Milwaukie, OR.

As a high school student dependent on scholarships in order to attend college and reach my goals of a much higher level of education, every day I am consumed by the thought of how I can make myself stand out. What will make the people in charge want to give me their money out of all the other students that are consumed by the same thought every single day. As a white girl from an educated family who’s only “pity” case is the death of my dad and being a hardly out lesbian who has not suffered from any discrimanation, my odds of earning scholarships are dependent entirely on my academic ability and my interest in STEM as a female. I am not one for labels-not about my sexual orientation, not about IQ’s, not about religion and not about race, but if you can not label yourself as something unique, you’re more or less SOL when it comes to earning scholarships.

A peer of mine is being recruited by well known schools across the country. Not the best schools, but decent ones I would consider safety schools. Her SAT’s are significantly lower than mine. Her GPA is lower than mine. The difficulty of classes she takes is lower than those that I take. The hours and diversity of community service she participates in do not match up to mine. Her “well-roundedness” consists of running track and school. Her family income is significantly higher than that of my single mother who is a school based therapist supporting two children …and yet, she is able to apply for a vastly larger number of scholarships than am I even eligible for, simply because she is a first generation college prospect who would add a dash of color to those mediocre college campuses. I understand the need for diversity, it is one of the top criteria for my upcoming decision of which colleges I will be applying to-but diversity should be attained without handpicking students deliberately for their race. I should not be excluded from competing with my peers simply because I am a mix of races that do not alter the color of my skin and come from an educated family. It is presumed that the education of my family means I have greater educational opportunities than first generation college prospects, that being a majority means I can walk onto a college campus, have a check and an education handed to me and provide a stellar education for my future children. And yes, I am acutely aware that the color of my skin has made my walk of life significantly easier. But the opportunities I have are no greater than my peers.

As students of one of the worst public education systems in the nation, it is a feat to get Oregon public school students to graduate, let alone be accepted into a decent university, and being a long time resident of a low socio economic town, every student here needs all the assistance paying for college we can get; regardless of race, family history, gender, sexual orientation, athletic ability or any other factor that forces us to wear a label on our backs saying “I’m the scholarship kid because (insert label of choice here)”. So my coping strategy, as I learned from my single mother who has shouldered her fair share of stresses in her life is this: add humor. I will not influence the powers that be to change their minds about my lack of labels, but at least I’m not a white boy.

Teaching History to White Graduate Students

image4 (3)Collette M. Bloom,
Houston, TX.

It is a wondrous and wonderful experience to see the “AHA” moment appear on White students faces when they finally understand about tragedy and waste of chattel slavery. Many were quite distressed about the willingness of so many to collude in developing the Black Codes of the South. Statutory inhumanity has eroded this nation’s compassion for one another over time as we still live with the vestiges of the Civil War today.
I believe that learning about the other stories in American history creates fertile spaces for discussion about an American dream deferred.

Saddened by such lack of education

Carolyn Spoerl,
Hudson, WI.

I taught in the Dominican Republic for a year and came back to teach in a rural American classroom. These two diverse experiences reminded me how much education is still needed. I was completely shocked to hear my white, American students say there ‘was no racism anymore’ and equally shocked to watch the incredibly overt racism in the Dominican Republic. Somehow, both places seemed to think because they owned their racism or denied any racism that there should be no farther discussion.

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