My life is a 366-day-a-year, perpetual celebration of Black Consciousness, African American History, Women’s History, A People’s History, Migrant Literature, Academic and Life Skills, Poetry, World and American Literature. I am what I teach and that’s what makes the venture so terrifying.
Yesterday, a small group of us, managed to pull off a first meeting around Critically Reflective Teaching. Against all odds and forms of oppression engineered to divide, we gathered in the lobby of one of the largest community colleges in the country to discuss how imbalances of power, the resulting privilege and alternatives to each inform our teaching.
Then, as if we didn’t know any better, we planned the next meeting, drafted some colleagues who were passing by, exchanged appreciations and adjourned. “Won’t you celebrate with me, that every day, something has tried to kill me, and has failed.” lucille clifton, yes, I celebrate with you.