Three degrees, still remember stones thrown.

Akua Lezli Hope,
Corning, NY.

As a child in the great City, I was stoned and jeered as I made my way to Opportunity classes at PS 156, Laurelton Queens. The only black children were in these classes for intellectually gifted children — not among those whose parents demonstrated against our presence. I had seen the children of the South suffer this, but never thought it would happen in New York City. The continued inequities in education break my heart.


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