“I thought, well since she’s not here anymore, why should I?”

I do not think my sophomore+ students will be totally satisfied until there is a public leak in my tear ducts. Really! “I know it would’ve shown my humanity, but I refuse [to cry]!” That was my response moments ago after a student’s Beautiful Black Faces collage presentation.

The assignment was simple. Turn the classroom into a museum of beautiful Black faces. Create a collage. On the board, affix cut-outs from newspapers/magazines or print-outs from the internet. Be intentional in your approach, whatever and however that might look for you. Be prepared to either write about or discuss your collage.

 

A few Beautiful Black Faces collages

One student, Sahmir (pseudonym) portrayed Black people who, in recent memory, lost or took their own lives. He explained that many of the people on his collage chose to end their lives as the result of cyber bulling, bullying in general, or just decided that life was no longer worth living. He then chose to share with the class that upon the death of his own mother some years ago, he, too, contemplated suicide. He admitted that he was too scared to actually cut himself or make any other attempts but that he struggled with the thoughts. “I thought, well since she’s not here anymore, why should I?”

He credits his overcoming these thoughts to the support and love of his grandmother who conveyed that he would be a coward; that after surviving many other adversities since birth he’d take the easy way out and kill himself. This, he says, woke him up, and caused him to realize that he did have people for whom and reasons to live.

Sahmir's collage

After several spell-bounding seconds…

“Wow! That. Was. Powerful!” was all I could muster. As we all sat and took in the moment, one of my other students raised his hand to comment on Sahmir's presentation. He remarked that he also lost a parent some years ago, his father. He admitted to struggling to come to grips with this new reality, that his rock, his dad was no longer here. Like Sahmir, he also had his grandmother, along with his mother and brother to live for and concluded that suicide was not an option. With that, he shared some words of advice and encouragement from the perspective of one who experienced similar thoughts and feelings.

At this point, the class sat in silent, reflective contemplation. Something was happening in the room. Something organic. Healing? Release? A renewed desire to hold loved ones closer? The raised hand of another classmate temporarily interrupted our thoughts. At this point I was really struggling to keep it together.

This third student shared with the presenter and with the rest of us how she lost her mom five years ago. Cancer. She didn’t know if she’d be with her father, in foster care, or wherever. She expressed how she struggled with what and how to feel; what it would now mean to live in a world where her mom was no longer present. She could relate with her peers in their quest to try and make sense of loss and the uncertainty of what would come next.

As they each shared their experiences, their courage was on full display for all of us to observe and it was a sight to behold. I wrote down as much of this as fast as I could once class was over so that I wouldn’t forget some of the exact words and feelings of the moment. Revisiting this more than a week later, the memory and feelings of that class period are just as palpable and raw now as they were then.

“I just want to say that your strength, each of you, is AMAZING! I admire your courage and your willingness to share some of the most intimate details of your life with us, because you definitely did not have to!” Those were my exact words to them. Later I would reflect on how much I got to know some of them, their lives and their loss, through this art assignment. I would also reflect on how comfortable they felt sharing such very personal, unobservable details of their lives with me, with us. After several more silent seconds, we continued with the rest of class. How? I don’t remember.

Black Lives Mattering and the Abington School District

Just in time for Black History Month...sheesh!!

Recently, Dr. Tamar Klaiman, a school board member with the Abington School District (PA), voiced her concerns with having armed school resource officers in Abington’s schools.

“This may not be the appropriate venue or time to talk about this, but there’s a lot of evidence that anybody carrying a firearm in a district building puts kids at risk, particularly students of color. We know that Black and Brown are much more likely to be shot by police officers, especially school resource officers than other students and I have serious concerns about anybody in the buildings having firearms regardless of whether or not they’re police.” The backlash was swift, as many did not appreciate these and other comments from Dr. Klaiman. She would later apologize. More than once. Many are calling for her resignation. Shocker. (pshh)



I don't know that a blog post or tweets are sufficient enough for me express my....[searching for the word, settles on...] disgust with the backlash. Surprised? Nope. Disgusted. Yup! Maybe perturbed or incensed would work, as well!

While 2015 data from the U.S. Department of Education for Abington do not include information on Black students shot in school by police, it does include discipline information which should alarm us when discussing armed police in schools. I'll leave this here for your perusal and for you to contemplate if it wasn't at all too far fetched for Dr. Klaiman to broach the issue. For the record, Doc, a school board meeting is the EXACT and appropriate place and time to talk about this!