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Re: How has life bin...For you to live in your Black skin...OURSTORY
Yes some of the teachers were just as bad. I used to have an English and Language teacher in high school. She was something else everytime she talked about black people she would stretch out the word BLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCK people. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img] All the blacks in the class noticed this.
History was a big joke, when the lessons of black slavery was taught she whizzed by that subject so fast is wasn't funny.It wasn't until I reached college and moved to Washington DC, that's where I started studying and reading about my people as a whole. I almost fainted when I went into the Martin Luther King"s library for the first time, my whole evenings and sundays would be just reading books that didn't have blue eyed blonde haired women. Suddenly I was reading about folks just like me.
I was taught just because teachers were there to teach us they were not always right.
Math teacher that had trouble with black students, had said that I had said something disrespectful in her class. I got sent to the principal"s office for calling her a bold faced liar. The principal"s ***. "who was a black male", was surprised that I was sitting in the office because I wouldn't back down to the teacher. I sat in his office for almost a week, until he told me he knew how she was but just go ahead and tell her I was sorry. All of this he said was because he didn't want her to flunk me.
I was hurt more by him telling me to cave in than the teacher that was so racist. That was the last time I ever spoke to him.
I didn't care if I never stepped into her class again.
Yes some of the teachers were just as bad. I used to have an English and Language teacher in high school. She was something else everytime she talked about black people she would stretch out the word BLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCK people. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img] All the blacks in the class noticed this.
History was a big joke, when the lessons of black slavery was taught she whizzed by that subject so fast is wasn't funny.It wasn't until I reached college and moved to Washington DC, that's where I started studying and reading about my people as a whole. I almost fainted when I went into the Martin Luther King"s library for the first time, my whole evenings and sundays would be just reading books that didn't have blue eyed blonde haired women. Suddenly I was reading about folks just like me.
I was taught just because teachers were there to teach us they were not always right.
Math teacher that had trouble with black students, had said that I had said something disrespectful in her class. I got sent to the principal"s office for calling her a bold faced liar. The principal"s ***. "who was a black male", was surprised that I was sitting in the office because I wouldn't back down to the teacher. I sat in his office for almost a week, until he told me he knew how she was but just go ahead and tell her I was sorry. All of this he said was because he didn't want her to flunk me.
I was hurt more by him telling me to cave in than the teacher that was so racist. That was the last time I ever spoke to him.
I didn't care if I never stepped into her class again.
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