On the last day of June, while still percolating over a Boston Globe article in which white author Jeff Jacoby claimed that “America’s racist past is dead and gone,” my family headed north to attend a camp for families that have adopted children of color.
Last month in Oceanside, N.Y., Christine Dougherty wrote to her son’s principal requesting that he not sit for the standardized state exams. In the letter, posted to United Opt Out National’s website, she asked that Joseph instead be “given an alternative real learning opportunity.” She received a ghastly response.
In my less-experienced days, I might have said, Sure no problem—what’s 30 minutes? even if it completely jacked my schedule. And then, too, I’d have complained about it here. But like I said, I’m getting good at dealing with this passive-aggressive style of parenting.
It makes no sense that my baby could be tucked safely in
bed while Sybrina Fulton’s was being profiled, stalked and murdered by a
self-appointed neighborhood policer and negro-phobe who, more than a
month-and-a-half later, still has not been arrested.
Last week, a parent at my school planned a parent-child
walkout during school hours. She asked that we gather with our children
for all of 30 minutes to say that we oppose the draconian cuts that
could reduce our teaching staff to nearly half of what it is currently,
and that the coming explosion in class sizes is unacceptable and not in
our children’s best interest.