Discovering I Teach a “Racist”

Yesterday, on the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King, Jr's assassination we received the news that a student at my high school drove his truck to the school flying the Confederate flag. The flag was nothing new, a common occurrence around here. The noose in the bed of his truck was not. Today, I learned … Continue reading Discovering I Teach a “Racist”

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Teaching my Daughter Understanding, Charlottesville, and Symbols of the South

As an educator I take the events that happened in Charlottesville, as well as the removal of statues in Baltimore last night, as an opportunity to educate. So my wife and I took this opportunity to educate my 11-year-old daughter. We had to explain to my 11-year-old what this is about, about Nazis and White … Continue reading Teaching my Daughter Understanding, Charlottesville, and Symbols of the South

The Hand We Are Dealt

"Dad, I'm Black like you." A simple statement from my son, spoken nearly a year ago. One born from a child's perspective on what it means to be Black or White. Sometimes, simple understandings are the truest ones. In this case, it was fortunately not true. He is not Black, like me. I am not … Continue reading The Hand We Are Dealt