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Sometimes, this CDL mom life starts to get me down. Then I remember my grandmother had to help desegregate an entire public school system to get her kids educated properly, and I check my privilege (1)
I grew up hearing stories from my mom about Freedom School. That was the school my grandma and other Black parents put together themselves to keep their kids learning and growing until white people quit tripping and let Black children into their schools (2)
The further back you go, of course, the greater the obstacles were in accessing education. It’s funny (but not funny) to hear upper middle class white ppl now tell me how little I must value education...(3)
...when what they don’t realize is that as a Black educator, I’m confident that children’s learning is not bound to the racist, oppressive systems white adults have constructed for children to “learn” in (4)
One side of my family survived enslavement, Jim Crow and segregation. The other evaded the Holocaust. This current moment challenges me as a human and as a parent, but I’m grounded in gratitude for my ancestors, who endured much worse (5)
