From October, 2018

Black Immigrants Matter

Thirty – five years ago today, my father arrived in America. My mother would join him the following January. He came on a scholarship to obtain his Masters from Denver University. He came to escape what would become the First Liberian Civil War – a twenty year conflict that would claim the lives of millions. I have never taken for granted the sacrifice and isolation of my parents’ immigrant experience; the abuse from both white and Black America. As Africans, they were thrust into the strange dynamic that is race relations in this country. They endured to ensure my sister…

Black Women Are Teachers

Becoming a teacher saved my life. I began my teaching career one month after the passing of my father. I’d spent the summer grieving – laying in bed sad and lost – navigating the path of who I was now that he was gone. On the first day of school, I sat nervously behind my desk – and watched as a gaggle of bright faced Black students walked into my classroom. Ahmad, Caleb, and Dalyn shook hands and found pleasure in having class together. Taryn entered, long legged with a mouth full of braces. Then Shaheem, loud and prepared for…