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I'm an elementary school teacher turned high school English teacher, School-Based Teacher Leader (SBTL), and adjunct professor here in Philly. These posts are the views, as I see them, from room 105, my first classroom number. Enjoy, engage, and share!
Showing posts with label black lives matter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black lives matter. Show all posts

Thursday, June 4, 2020

"It's so important to feel like [we're] worth something" | A King HS Town Hall

“Our generation is not a setback, it’s a wake-up call!”


Those were the words of one of Martin Luther King High School’s Class of 2020 graduating seniors.

 

With permission from our principal, Keisha Wilkins and moderated by my colleague, Angie Crawford, today we held a school-wide town hall. It was primarily for students, but the vast majority of the staff also joined the call. Although only a handful of students logged on at 10am to join the discussion, the entire event was still a whole Black mood!

 


The goal was to provide a space for students, and perhaps faculty, to express their thoughts and opinions about the murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery and countless other Black people at the hands, and knee, of police and the reaction of society to State violence against Black bodies.

 

Together they expressed their collective outrage at the stealing of the lives of these fellow Black Americans from us! Although they completely understood why some chose to destroy property and make off with items from food to toiletries, they didn’t approve. They did, however, celebrate the other nonviolent demonstrations and marches that brought attention, again, to the issue. As one student put it, although she wasn't out there marching, she still had something to say about it, regardless. Her action is to divest from primarily White-owned businesses to support Black-owned businesses.


The conversation, however, didn’t end there. The discussion organically shifted to the pedagogical and inter-relational violence that occurs in schools every day and as experienced by the students participating in the town hall this morning. Well aware that MLK's faculty and staff were on the call, these young people did not hesitate to center their race in the discussion and to relay their experiences with the school and their teachers.

 

One of the biggest themes from the discussion was on the student-teacher relationship. Citing potential barriers between teachers and Black students, one student felt that while we’re (teachers) often concerned about schoolwork “Nobody takes the time out to find out what’s wrong [with us]”; that between home and school, they seem to be “nonstop knocked down.” That while we’re concerned about grades, they’re asking themselves, “How am I going to eat tonight? Where am I going to sleep tonight?” These are direct quotes.



In some cases, our students are de facto caregivers for younger siblings. “I’m the one putting food in the house! That’s the parents’ job, but they too busy getting high.” This same student noted that he’s often the one trying to maintain his siblings and fight [child] protective services.

 

The mental trauma that results from all of these experiences is real. “If they don’t care about me, why should I care about me?” Another student co-signed. “I can’t get no peace. Everybody gives up on me so I give up on myself.” It was at this point that our STEP Clinical Coordinator stepped into the conversation to offer her continued mental health assistance, expertise, and support.

 

The students also offered solutions for us to consider. Sick and tired of trite teaching methods, they told us that we “can’t just give packets and think that I’m gonna do it.” They noted the differences in their learning styles and the necessity for us to adjust our instruction accordingly. They were also quick to note that school is not only about teaching and learning, but about love and compassion. It’s about “letting them (students) know ‘you’re gonna make it, you’re loved, you’re gonna be okay’” One also urged us to “be a parent in a sense to these kids.” She qualified her opinion. “Be a parent to them, then a teacher and a mentor.” “It’s so important to feel like [we’re] worth something," said another.

 

Stop.

Think about that for a moment.

 

As moving and imperative as this town hall was up until that point, it got even more moving. One shy student spoke very briefly in the beginning and then again at the end. In short, she was not okay; and that was okay. But when the seniors spoke directly to this freshmen student, sharing words of encouragement and of faith (quite literally as they referenced prayer and God) and typing into the chat their Instagram names (we used to exchange phone numbers) for her to use to reach out to them, that was a poignant illustration of compassion, empathy, and love for all of us to witness and to emulate!

 

Despite the challenges and exhaustion that often comes with being a Black student in public schools, these young people also took the time to express their love and to appreciate two teachers, in particular, who showed “tough love and pushed me” and who were really “like a mom.” “Y’all really are my superheroes!”


The lesson here is simple. Listen to Black youth! Their words and experiences are not case studies in a book to simply discuss. Their experiences have real implications on how we should approach school. Shrugging off their life’s journey is not an option. To reiterate one young lady’s words, “It’s so important to feel like [we’re] worth something!” Black Lives Matter at school. To some, they always have mattered at school and always will. The problem is that some is not enough. All lives matter when Black lives matter...in society and at school!

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Saturday, February 10, 2018

What a Week! #EaglesWeek


What a week this has been!

Sunday, 2/4
This past Sunday evening, February 4, 2018 at 10:17pm, the Eagles, my Philadelphia Eagles, our Philadelphia Eagles became WORLD CHAMPIONS by toppling Tom and the Patriots in Super Bowl LII. The streets went crazy! At least one car was tossed on its side in downtown Philly by rioters...oops...celebrants. The awning at the Ritz Carlton relented under the pressure of several rioters...oops...celebrants who foolishly thought it could stand the pressure of a dozen or more (Inebriated? It doesn't matter) human beings. The windows at the Macy's downtown were shattered by rioters...oops...celebrants. Despite these and other likely and unreported incidents, the majority of us Eagles fans were on an unbelievable victory high minus the destruction...oops...rowdy celebrations!

Honking horns!
Waving rally towels!
Screaming and yelling!
High-fiving and hugging strangers!

What a week this has been!

Thursday, 2/8
We celebrated like crazy this past Thursday, February 8th! Driving slowly and celebratory, the Eagles on the upper decks of buses, moved past what seemed to be an endless sea of humanity and green from Broad and Pattison straight through to the Philadelphia Museum of Art in our first of many Super Bowl VICTORY parades! At the Art Museum, a victory celebration for the ages ending a 58-year football championship famine in this city!! And what a celebration it was, too!!

On the "off days" (whatever that means after an EAGLES SUPER BOWL WIN)  Eagles players were dispatched to local and national events with appearances on talk shows, radio shows, sports stores' events, Disney World, and more!

What a week this has been!

The formal end to this year's football season reignited the much needed discussion and push for racial equity on so many different levels and in so many different spaces; a conversation that seemed to rollercoaster at times throughout the season. Colin Kaepernick and other players have been at the forefront of such efforts including our own Malcolm Jenkins! Though I chose to support Jenkins and the Eagles by watching football this season, my commitment and dedication to myriad social justice causes is unabated! Teaching in and of itself for me is, a demonstration of social consciousness! The work that began long before this football season, continues...



Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Working with Adjudicated Youth Part 8: The Goodbye

Que the Boyz  II Men goodbye song...
"How could I say goodbye...?"

Like this,
DEUCES!!!
PEACE OUT HOMIE!!!
I'M BUSSIN' OUT THIS JOINT!!

I jest. It wasn't as simple as I thought it would be to say so long to these young guys with whom I had been working! Throughout the program, kids had come and go without warning. Some went back home while others went to more confined settings. Some came for a day, others for a week and a couple for the entire summer! So saying "peace out homies" should've just been part and parcel of the culture of the environment. But for me, it wasn't so simple.

No, I did the break down and tear up or anything like that.

I like to stay in touch, go to sports games, contribute to their causes, support presentations, talk to their parents, text parents back, and the like. Well...this was different. No parents, games, presentations, nothing. They are in a detention facility. I couldn't visit their homes, call home, meet parents/guardians or anything like that.

On the last day they were giving their counselor grief. I thought I'd attempt to bring them back to themselves by showing them the video presentation I'd been working on about my trip to Baltimore and Freddie Gray's neighborhood. I wrote something about that when discussing the type of teaching that went on. It worked to some extent. After that, we watched and analyzed "The Blind Side". Then it was time for me to go, for the last time.

I went around, shook everyone's hand, gave them my well wishes and all. But two of the kids' reactions stood out. Most just shook hands and that was that. One of them shot me a look that said, "but why you gotta go?" This was the same one who, in a previous post, told me that he liked writing and that it comes naturally to him. He was Donatello in the last paragraph of a previous post. He was one of the few who really showed interest in learning this summer.

The other reaction that stood out was from one who had given me grief every waking second of summer and who was on the short list of those who I'd call the bane of my existence but kinda grew on me! I'm sure we've all had those types. Tap dance on your nerves, but when the dancing stops, you're like, "but...huh...oh, ok." #confused As I was making my way to the door to leave, this kid made it a point to call out from another room, "Ard Mr. Flemming!!"

"but...huh...oh, ok." #confused

I stopped. Turned around. Went to where he was. Stunned.

First, this might have been the first time he said my name all summer. I was used to being called names like "ole  head". On other days I may have been "dis  n***" or someone who was "schemin", but rarely, if ever was I "Mr. Flemming."

Second, he made it a point to get my attention. He, of all people, was one I wouldn't peg for one to make it a point to say goodbye. I shook his hand and again encouraged him to do what he could to get discharged.

Making my way through the door, I looked to my left where there was a window and one of the kids pushes back the curtains and the pic below accurately captures the scene...


I looked back, held my solidarity/power/"right on" fist up and forced myself to keep walking.

Goodbye.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Working with Adjudicated Youth Part 7: On 7/27/15 I wrote...

Sooooo......

After class I often took notes and journaled, if you can't already tell by all of the previous posts of my summer teaching experience as an English teacher of adjudicated youth. Ha!

Here are the exact words I typed into my phone after class on 7/27/15:

The focus of this class has changed so much. I've really had to be flexible. What I thought would be a traditional English course has turned out to be anything but. No shade and no fault, just the reality and that's OK. Teachers are special people with a special skill set to be able to adapt, adjust, and still aim to be effective and that doesn't come with 5 weeks of "intense" training. I hate TFA and I hate this country's attitude toward the profession!


Click on a post to read:
Working with Adjudicated Youth part 1

Working with Adjudicated Youth: Part 2 - Teaching


Working with Adjudicated Youth: Part 3 - What THEY said

Working with Adjudicated Youth, Part 4: My Old Student

Working with Adjudicated Youth, Part 5: The Connections

Working with Adjudicated Youth, Part 6: The Research


Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Working with Adjudicated Youth Part 6: The Research

Only in the dusk of my days this past summer as an English teacher in a program for adjudicated youth did I even think to go all "Geeky" and look up any research on the effectiveness of juvenile detention-type educational programs. It hit me like a ton of bricks one night, so much so that I stopped the eye-lid closing process, pulled my Samsung tablet to me and started looking to see what was out there.

Not much came of my cursory search that night. I did come across this (http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3314708/#!po=20.1613) and started reading before I ZZZZZZzzzzzed!

I also started following the twitter account below. As a newbie to teaching and working in juvenile detention facilities, albeit for a month, I wasn't aware of any of the discourses surrounding these spaces nor of any possible sound pedagogy or even hints at implications for teaching in these spaces.




Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Working with Adjudicated Youth, Part 5: The Connections

To reiterate what’s already been posted, this summer I was an English teacher for a program that served adjudicated youth. I’ve recalled the experiences in various "parts" which are available for you to read in the list of posts for August, 2015 all beginning with “Working with Adjudicated Youth…”

I believe excellent teachers are those who not only have book knowledge, but also those who are able to make and sustain, to some degree, connections with his/her students. I strive to be an excellent teacher, because each student I teach, deserves one!

This summer was no exception. Early on as I was still figuring out how this would work and testing the waters, we read a poem that my middle school kids of yester-year enjoyed. It wasn’t anything African-American related, but was on another “cool” topic, BUGS!!! The poem is titled, “Insect Logic”. We read it. Later I rapped it to their beats! We had a blast. I followed up a couple of days later by bringing in my class pets, four Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches!

Pics of our pets in my regular classroom (top) and at my home (bottom)

(((BAM))) A connection!! One kid was really looking forward to seeing them and another wished to God that I wouldn’t bring them! But all were at least curious and talking about these….roaches!

On the day I brought them in, the one kid who was looking forward to seeing them went all in! Opening the enclosure, he picked one up and handled it, observed it, and really wanted to engage in a conversation about it (them). The other hard core, macho, “thugs” cowered before the insects. They’re here for serious crimes but are squeamish around the class pets! LOL!!! I wish I could’ve take a picture of the reactions, of the hiding behind the teacher, of the “ayo dawg, put that jawn back in the jawn yo! They tryna sleep! They come out a night!” That was a good day!

UNfortunately, the kid who didn’t want to see them was due in court and was absent from class. Upon returning the next day and finding out that he missed out on the visitors, “Yoooo, I’m so *%&^ glad I wasn’t here yo!! NOW ole ‘head, can’t get me!”

I brought them back the next day.
He was there the next day.
He would have NOTHING to do with me!!!! LOL!!!!
Me, “NOW young bol, GOTCHU!!” lol

In addition to the bugs, I found that whenever they were a bit obnoxious on a particular day and I was determined to teach the few who were attentive, the discussions on Black History brought them right back in. Let me set up the scene. There may have been 9 or 10 in the class. 7 may have been in their bag that day. The 3 who wanted me to teach would be attentive and I would teach. The 7 would slowly come around to either calming down and doodling or even listening and contributing to the conversations, the writing, the film or whatever! I noticed that more than once.

It’s important to note that while the experience was new to me, I didn’t really take TOO much offense. They are in situations they probably really don’t want to be in. (The word "probably" is there for a reason.) And here comes a teacher who is insistent on teaching, in the summer, in their space, when some of them may not have sat in a classroom but a few times all year long. I get it. Which is why I had to constantly “reroute”, just like Siri. Establishing connections, and then new ones when new students came through (all. summer. long.), was the only way that I was going to be successful this past summer.

Previous Posts on Working with Adjudicated Youth (not advice, but my summer experience)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4



Sunday, August 2, 2015

Baltimore Weekend: Freddie Gray

Baltimore, Maryland.
April 19, 2015 - Spring
His name, Freddie Gray





Baltimore, Maryland
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
July 31st, August 1st, August 2nd
2015 - Summer

I came to Baltimore this weekend, intending to stay only one night to attend one night of a church convocation (and I did) and to visit sites significant to Black History (and I did that too) the next morning before heading back to Philly.

I ended up staying a night longer than planned in order to fulfill that second desire so as not to rush. My second stop, since the first was church, was to The National Great Blacks in Wax Museum (again). Read about that experience here.

I did intend to visit other historically significant sites, but those plans fell through.

Then, like a ton bricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Huh? Wha?

Just read on...

You'd have to be from another galaxy if you are unaware of the events that unfolded in Baltimore this past April, the zenith of which was the arrest and death of Freddie Gray while in police custody and the violent unrest that followed.

Google it.

CVS stores and others establishments, along with police cars were on the receiving end of young Baltimorean (and undoubtedly opportunistic out-of-towners') frustrations and were ultimately looted and set ablaze.

So, after visiting The National Great Blacks in Wax Museum, I set out to visit sites that have become historical sites since they have come to represent symbols of what some called the Baltimore Uprising. First up, the two CVS locations.

Interestingly enough, as I was walking around the CVS at Pennsylvania Ave and North Ave, snapping pictures, not one, not two, not three but four police cars pulled up on a car. The occupant, a black man. I snapped a pic of him getting out and video taped the rest of the encounter.

I couldn't set my camera fast enough to catch the brother incontrovertibly reaching toward the sky as he exited the car or fast enough to capture the eye contact and inaudible gratitude that his eyes made with every camera phone that was out and focused on him and the police at this exceptionally busy intersection! This, right across the street from one of the CVS stores! I don't know what he did or didn't do and I'm not at all in a position to give my opinion on that. All I now know to do is to take out my phone and start recording and getting pictures. (Oh, they let him go, by the way, after searching his car including the trunk.)


The CVS on Franklin Street, not given as much press during the unrest 


Snapped a pic from the car when I didn't know if I'd be able to park or not...just in case!

No, that's not food or anything on my mustache, it's the sun...

This was across from where I snapped the two pics just before this pic!


This post isn't dedicated to my opining over the unrest itself or the acts themselves, but simply to recall my feelings of having visited these sites, these epicenters where tensions finally boiled over.

Surreal.

'Surreal' about sums up how I felt after visiting the two CVS stores and ESPECIALLY having visited the site where the police took Freddie Gray into custody.


The spot where Eddie Gray was arrested. I confirmed that with a few brothers sitting nearby.

That visit, especially, left an indelible mark on me. A mark on my heart, on my mind, on my attitude. A mark.

As I walked through the housing development, a mark.
As I approached a group of brothers and chatted with them for a couple a minutes, a mark.
As one of the brothers pointed out one of Freddie Gray's closest friends from the cradle, a mark.
As I shook his hand and extended my condolences, a mark.
As I drove through the neighborhood, a mark.
As I made my way back up I-95.....a mark.

That mark caused me to whisper words of prayer and to ruminate on the roles that institutions like churches, schools, and community organizations can play to make changes that can breathe life and hope into our communities; institutions that can help bridge the relational disconnect between the police and the African American community at large.

A mark.


Freddie Gray mural and a snapshot of his neighborhood in my mirror

Baltimore Weekend: Blacks in Wax

This past weekend, I came to the Baltimore area for two purposes. One was to attend a church convocation and the other was to visit some sites significant to African Americans in one way or another. After plans fell through for some of the sites I wanted to see, I decided it wasn't a bad idea at all to revisit The National Great Blacks in Wax Museum.

I had been several times, the last time, (I think) back in 2009 or so with my 6th grade students.

Each time I go, it's a revival of juxtaposed emotions, anger and pride. Anger because of what our ancestors went through at the hands of racist white supremacists (Redundant? Maybe. So what.) AND at the hands of fellow blacks. Reflections of pride because of those who refused to be oppressed in their minds! (Could haul off and go off on a huge tangent there, here in 2015, but not right now). While manacles and torture may have enslaved our ancestors physically, many risked life and limb to free themselves in their mind (attitude) and some, as we all know, even freeing themselves out of their physical condition by escaping northward!

Nothing I post here can capture The National Great Blacks in Wax experience. Nevertheless, here are some pictures that, admittedly (and intentionally) don't do the museum justice. I want you to make this place one of the places you visit and soon!!

Their website - http://www.greatblacksinwax.org/

Below the deck of a slave ship 



Blacks in wax





Monday, June 22, 2015

Maron/Obama Podcast -- Episode 613 - President Barack Obama

Episode 613 - President Barack Obama
Click to listen.

I decided to listen to the entire Maron/Obama podcast before adding my little opinion to the mix of the potpourri of opinions that I'm sure are out there (most of which I have not read/listened to) regarding President Obama's use of the word "nigger".

While Maron wanted to have a conversation that wasn't policy driven, but more friendly and personal, it's kind of hard to have the President of the United States in your garage and it not turn political.

President Obama did discuss many of his agenda items including some that became more prevalent in the last few years: climate change, the ACA, common sense gun laws, education, poverty, policing, etc.

Then there was the discussion on race and how it's "incontrovertible" that progress has been made since the 50s, 60s, and 70s but that America still isn't "cured" of racism.

I'm sure there's no shortage of opinion out there over his choice of one word out of the many he uttered during the nearly hour-long conversation. I'm sure that many closet racists are now coming out and are low key satisfied that they now have a reason to repeat the word publicly in a feigned attempt at opining over the President's talk with Maron. (Tip from me to you, don't even think about it!)

I think it's important to consider the context in which the President used the word and the what that he was saying. Don't miss the message!

Here's a very small portion of what he said:
"And it's not just a matter of it not being polite to say 'nigger' in public. That's not the measure of whether racism still exists or not. It's not just a matter of overt discrimination. Societies don't, overnight, completely erase everything that happened 200 to 300 years prior."

The message:
Racism is not nonexistent simply because it's not nice to use the word 'nigger' in public and most may not. Racism is not nonexistent because it's not as "overt" as it once was. Racism still exists and it will take some time to get to a point where it doesn't exist.

I do not take issue with the President had to say, especially considering the context in which it was said and the message he was trying to convey.

And a little 411, a little post-script from the streets and the chairs of the barbershop, there is a difference in the use of the word ending in "er" and "a". That's a whole different post for a whole different day.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Quil Lemons, Photographer Extraordinaire!!

His name is Quil Lemons. He’s 18 years old and fine example of a young black man doing some good in the hood!

Quil and his camera work wonders and those wonders were on display at the James Oliver Gallery on the 700 block of Chestnut Street here in Philly!

After ascending Jacob’s ladder, an unending and very steep stairway to heaven, I quickly discovered the climb was worth it! I beheld white walls awash with Quil’s photographs, on display for all of the guests take in. Pictures of young men, young ladies, objects, and an object of his affection, his sister, Zuri!

I eventually made my way to introduce myself to mister picture-taker extraodinaire, mentioning that his mother and I went to school together and that I was proud of what he was able to accomplish!

During the evening I made my way to James Oliver, the owner of the gallery and thanked him for giving Quil the opportunity to showcase his talents. While it may not have been my place to thank him, I felt like I needed to do so on behalf of young black men everywhere who are making a fine mark on the world with our talents and abilities, one way or another! I informed him that I read the piece on Fox29’s website and appreciate the focus on the positive contributions of our youth to society at large!


As I sat and munched on the hors d’oeuvres that were available, I noticed Quil doing “Quil”, snapping candid shots of the guests he knew. As he snapped, I got a quick snap in myself, a pic of him getting pics!


Capturing young ladies seated just outside of the picture!

All the best to Quil and big ups to mom, Jade and grandmom for raising a great kid!! Now, on to New York for college!!