Kayla Renee Parker shared her story of how she managed to expose her racist teacher who appeared to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“She wears a safety pin so everyone knows she’s an ally for minorities. Her cover photo has a Black power fist. She regularly discusses her love for the Obamas, the Black Lives Matter Movement, and her admonishment for this current administration.”
However, it wasn’t enough to hide her racism.
It all started with a simple question from a test. The question stated,
“Historical research on African-American families during slavery shows that: A) Family ties weren’t important in African cultures where the slaves ancestors originated; consequently, family bonds were never strong among slaves. B) Two-parent families were extremely rare during the slave period. C) Black family bonds were destroyed by the abuses of slave owners, who regularly sold off family members to other slave owners. D) Most slave families were headed by two parents.
So, obviously, Kayla chose C. And it was incorrect. According to the teacher, the right answer was D.
The argument started when Kayla wrote her an email and respectfully provided the professor the evidence, even directly from their textbook. “However, my Professor continued to argue that family bonds were not destroyed and that 2/3 of slave families were headed by two parents.” The teacher cited Herbert Gutman, sociologist, who died in 1985 and surely took part in the whitewashing of Black history.
When they met to discuss the subject in person the professor gave Kayla books to read adding such statements as, “This book would be good for you to read. I believe it’s $6 so I could buy it for you if you’d like.” The stated that she spent her whole life fighting for minorities and something like “I’ve got Black friends.”
When the girl was proving her opinion, she heard more comments as, “You’re talking to someone who has spent their entire life fighting for people of diversity and marched with my Black brothers and sisters.”
As the result, the teacher asked Kayla to lecture the class on the topic and that was her fatal mistake.
Kayla took all her courage and made a presentation on the topic she was passionate about. She defended Black people and Black history.Here’sher presentation.
That was the point where the story should end, but NO.
The professor obviously forgot about privacy settings on Facebook and posted offensive comments about Kayla.
The professor’s last words to Kayla were:
This time The University of Tennessee stood up for the student. In July the teacher officially retiring from the university.
This is fucking insane.
The last paragraph of kaya’s story is everything:
To my Professor, I forgive you for robbing me of my focus last semester. I forgive you for calling my Father, a graduate of Yale Medical School, “educationally challenged.”I even forgive you for threatening me. However, I do not forgive you for being willfully ignorant to the subjects you teach students. I also do not forgive you for claiming to be an ally. An ally is so much more than wearing a safety pin. It also requires that you listen to the needs of Black people and respect the issues that we raise. When a Black student raises a concern over the way you are portraying her history, referring to all you’ve done for Black people doesn’t change the fact that you’re portraying slavery as some kind of slavery lite. As an educator and as an ally, you are not expected to know everything but this does not abdicate you from the responsibility of always continuing to learn- even from your students. Additionally, if you wanted to actually help Black men and women, you’d value our words. Unfortunately, your actions simply mirror how America values Black people in today’s society.
This Black girl is a hero who overcame her fear and faced her teacher defending Black people and Black history.
#StayWoke #BlackPride #StopRacists
this is why…white women…cant teach black people, or people of color as a whole. White supremacy has a long history of setting up white women to destroy people of color namely black and native people) via education.
well ive just started work and found out my hours- im going to be pretty much full on for the next week, so the matieth thing i was working on and another project i have been delayed until i actually know what the fuck is going on in my week-to-week
i think my favorite thing about heith is that they’re the same but in reverse? like, outwardly hunk is this sunshine boy who makes friends, tells jokes, and acts as mediator, while keith is awkward and doesn’t know to connect to other people and lets his temper get the best of him.
inwardly, it’s another story. hunk can be petty and mean and sarcastic. he can and will hold a grudge and says “i told you so” more than he should. this isn’t to say that he isn’t still kind and loving! he just… doesn’t actually give a shit about the people outside his small personal circle. but if it concerns those he considers friends, hunk will move heaven and earth to help them. he is the living embodiment of “me and mine”, and everyone else can fuck off.
keith, on the other hand, is soft inside. he’s the kind of guy who says, “there’s a whole universe out there depending on us!” because he cares about the lives of thousands of millions of strangers. he would step between death and someone he doesn’t know because he belives it’s the right thing to do. he’s pragmatic, sure, but he always thinks in terms of the greater good. and if the greater good demands that keith make a great personal sacrifice, he will do it without hesiation.
these differences are why they’re so good for each other, too! keith admires hunk’s ‘ride or die’ loyalty and hunk admires keith’s compassion and strong morality. their respect for one another makes them want to grow into the best versions of themselves, and eventually, hunk learns to empathize with others and keith learns to be more selfish.
in summary, keith and hunk are great for one another and i need to stop now because i’m crying
I am so so utterly fed up of how oblivious men seem to be (and if they’re not oblivious it’s conscious selfishness which is even worse) when it comes to their taking of women’s time. i’m talking strange women, women who have no connection with these men except to be unfortunate enough to be a captive audience.
This morning i made a nine hour journey from one country to another, beginning with a 6am tram ride to the train station. I was the only person at the tram stop apart from a middle-aged man, no one anywhere else around (to be expected that early on a sunday). He asked me when the tram was coming, i politely told him, and then went back to checking train times on my phone. He proceeded to ask me where i was going, where was i coming from, what was i doing in the city, did i have family here, how long had i been staying, where was i born, what was i studying. i kept my answers short, not wanting to refuse to engage with him (as there was no one else around and i didn’t want to aggravate him) but not in any way trying to encourage him. He then sat down next to me and started telling me his life story until the tram arrived.
Later, i’m on the plane and this one guy is standing next to the queue and trying to banter with the air stewardesses while they’re boarding people. The same man ends up sat in the row behind me, next to a woman maybe 5-10 years older than me. same thing happened to her: this man talked at her for the entire two hour plane journey, ignoring her short, blunt responses and obvious lack of interest. he talked at her about his children, his opinion about schools these days, about national service, about politics. He made full use of his captive audience- she had quite literally nowhere to go, and women are taught to be polite. we cannot bring ourselves to say “I’m not interested in talking to you, please leave me alone.” In some situations, it could be dangerous to say that.
A few months ago I was on a train to Coventry, a long journey for which I’d brought a book to read, so I could use the time to study. I took the window, and a man sat in the aisle seat next to me. He talked at me for the entire journey. I was polite, I nodded, I responded where expected, and every time the subject was clearly over, I opened my book up and began to read again. Literally every time, for the whole journey, no sooner had I started to read than this man would begin a new topic of conversation. At one point he’d clearly run out of topics and asked me about the book, and I quite bluntly told him it was something I needed to read for my studies, and turned back to the page. He launched into his opinions about philosophy. The cycle continued.
Another time, I was on the train from King’s Cross to Cambridge and a man sat next to me and struck up conversation with me quite at random- he would stop and turn back to his newspaper when he felt like it, and I would start reading my book, but then he would start talking to me again when he got bored of his paper. The entire interaction was on his terms, for his benefit; he didn’t care that I was reading, he only cared that he didn’t want to read, but wanted to talk to the strange woman sitting next to him.
I am so tired of men assuming they are entitled to women’s time as a form of entertainment when they want, of men seeing women as receptacles for male opinions, of men taking advantage of social situations that women can’t easily leave. It doesn’t seem to matter if you don’t engage in the conversation, if your body language says you’re not comfortable, if you’ve got a book or headphones or some other prop that clearly shows you’re doing something else and don’t want to interact with them. I am so tired of social conventions that teach women to feel ashamed if they don’t politely accept these intrusions.
take her swimming on the first date because swimming is a really enjoyable activity that’s also good exercise and kinda tiring and gets you in the mood to just shovel food in your mouth and you’re both still kinda wet so there’s absolutely no formal expectations for the meal and then you can chill and take a nap
what the fuck don’t exercise on a date
endorphins exist
endorphins not only are natural stress and pain reducers but also are partially responsible for forming long-term bonds, so exercise is a great way to have and enjoyable, relaxed first date and second date too.
y’all are crazy with this mess. “activate the chemicals in your date’s brain that will manipulate them to love you with your cool swimming activity”. smh enough
my dates are getting mad seratonin over here from not having to do cardio
holy fuck if you don’t like a post just don’t reblog it
i literally only made this post to subvert the “take her swimming on the first date so you can see her without her makeup” shit with “take her swimming on the first date, because it’s cute” and you’re sitting here like MMM SMELLS LIKE MISOGYNY even though the entire fucking point is like the subversion of something misogynistic
you can release endorphins over so fucking little. we are ALL chemical responses in the brain. i literally just meant “exercising releases endorphins which makes you happy”, which is like fucking basic shit.
again if you don’t like something just move the fuck on. YOU DON’T HAVE TO REBLOG POSTS THAT YOU DON’T LIKE. spare me.
“do something that you both enjoy so you feel happy and and enjoy each others company” “actually this is a manipulation tactic and is abusive”
????????????????? i don’t understand this website any more
I’m listening to HP and the Half-Blood Prince and I’m laughing so much because we experience the books mostly from Harry’s perspective and almost every time Harry sees teenage!Voldemort he’s like 💯💯👌
Okay I know people Talk about Danny hanging out with the Avengers and stuff, don’t get me wrong that’s cool, but that about a Danny who hangs out with the X-Men.
The X-men knows whats it’s like to be a young teen/kid and gain unwanted complicated super human abilities that kinda make there life a living mess at times.
Yeah you have Spider man, But he wan’t sinking slowly into the ground, or having body parts turn intangible and invisible on him.
His powers where a shock yes, but I wouldn’t say that they gave him many problems.
They were actually a tool for a while to help out Parkers depression if I remember correctly.
Even If he did experience some uneasy distraught, it wasn’t much.
Danny could not have one but a whole group, heck a whole school that he could relate to . After all Danny is a mutant. His DNA was technically Altered in the accident.
But just Imagine, a nervous Danny Fenton going to a mutant school for the first time. Making friends with other kids. Danny meeting that girl who walks through walls and them both talking about how weird and cool it felt to do it for the first time. Just being able to feel the particles move around you so you could get to the other side.
Guys, Danny getting his jump suit upgraded. Maybe he has a little X-men logo on his arm or back. His jumpsuit just gets a brand new look!!
Guys Danny in mutant school!!! Mutantschool AU!!!!
