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Reflection About Racism

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I’ve never once in my life been forced to do something I’ve ever thought was wrong except for today. It all started as a fairly hot winter day for Oakland when they called us in for another regularly scheduled teacher meeting before the school winter break officially started. I particularly didn’t like these kinds of meetings because I felt they were useless. The public schools have had terrible test scores and a history of passing students along for the past few years. So far, nothing had changed. I walked into the bustling auditorium packed with teachers from elementary to high school. My boss, Mr. Smith, stood at the front of the auditorium with the glow of a projector screen reflecting behind him. In bold type was a new word I did not recognize yet. Being an English major in college I was shocked that I had not come across the term. My peers were talking in the third row so I decided to join them. They were talking about the same word: “Ebonics.” My colleagues were gossiping about the meeting saying it was going to be about budgets while others told me it was about attendance procedures. In fact it was much more serious than that. Mr. Smith started off explaining how Ebonics was a genetically related “African Language System.” The room went silent with the discussion of this new word as people knew around here racism was a sensitive topic and nothing Mr. Smith or the board members said made this seem right. The next segment of the lecture was spent reading what they

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