Wordsmith, verbal architect, expressionist, writer, people tell me that’s what I am. I try to articulate my viewpoint and express my opinion on a vast array of subjects and topics.

I try to tell the truth, be consistently and constantly both sharp and blunt, and give it to you “straight, no chaser.” And this desire, to be direct and honest has gotten me into “trouble” in every way one could imagine. A partner of mine told me the only people with whom he’s ever seen me exercise caution and restraint are my wife and children. With my wife, I treat her like Negro-Glycerin, I handle her with hyper-vigilance and care. And with my two kids, he’s right. I never want to emotionally hurt them. And please note, I grew up in a house with an early issue Black American Princess - “shame” and “guilt” were her primary weapons and tools of the parenting trade.

I’ve still got her 1967 issued national PTA membership card; she didn’t play.

My thought: I brought my kids into this mean, heartless, cruel world, and thus I’m directly responsible for them.

So, let’s get to the point: my daughter is considering Black Colleges, and I have the hesitation and reservations I believe I ought to have: The social scene will be wonderful, and she’ll be in an environment crafted and molded for young Black people. Everything, all aspects of college life will feel more welcoming than they will at a non-Black college like, name one, any one, especially at this moment in the American Story. The connections, the network she’ll be able to tap into….

The academic environment, somewhat debatable as to how strenuous it could be, considering the GPA acceptance level. That’s just the truth. I also consider what world she will live in, and will it be “all black,” a Chocolate City, because that is a false, make-believe world she will live in for 4 years. I’ve preached to her and her big brother that the world is theirs.

Bethune Cookman or Jackson State or FAMU doesn't visually, or physically look anything like UCLA, Stanford, the University of Colorado, ask Coach Prime, Deion Sanders.

However, and much more important is, I will have a much higher level of comfort and trust, understanding that most of her professors will be Black.

Honestly, truthfully that assurance, beyond her personal safety, is the most crucial element I’m weighing, measuring, and pounding in my mind.

I’ve labored in the salt mines of public education for 4 decades, and put two kids through public school systems, and I can say with all sincerity that, as is typical for all America, roughly half the White folks I’ve encountered, be they teachers, coaches, administrators, counselors, custodians, po-po placed in the building, you name it, they couldn’t give a damn about educating, let alone enlightening the black masses. It’s merely a j-o-b. Erases the student loans; it’s a short commute to work; nobody expects me to really educate these kids.

50%, No question. 60% yeah, in some schools. 75%, sure I guarantee you there are public schools which are 90% Black and 3 out of 4 of the White staff/faculty, check it now, they wholeheartedly disagree with Black intellectuals and academicians in all matters, from educating Black students, to politics, to economics, to world issues.

Teachers may smile in your face, laugh, grin, be friendly, however, that does not make them your kid’s friends. In my school district, and across this divided nation, a large alarming percentage of teachers or administrators believe that most, not all, but most Black kids will either end up in jail, the cemetery, their momma’s basement for life, or, at best, working at Walmart.

White teachers, like White society in general, maintain gutter low expectations for Black folks.

Of course there are fabulous White teachers, who do a fantastic job with Black kids. I see them every day at work. Both my kids have had great White teachers, but I’m sorry, in my guesstimation, those types of teachers are the exception, not the norm.

For Black parents to believe that mainstream White America, and that is who and what White teachers hail from, to think that these folks have your Black child’s “best” interest at heart is naive, immature, reckless, and just plain old stupid. To think that folks who voted for Donald Trump, and hundreds of thousands of teachers, principals, campus security, librarians, and nurses voted for him, legitimately want to prepare and equip your Black child to compete with their white kids and the overall White population for a good job, nice home, stability, and security, alas the elusive American Dream, and note: in a cutthroat capitalistic society like this one – then, my friend, you are a blankety-blank fool.

Now, logically, a university ought to have more Liberal and Progressive White professors among their faculty. Nonetheless, at the end of the day, are they going to see my baby girl as capable, talented, determined, and valuable as they do Karen McCaucasian? Even more critically, will she be “innocent” and “pure,” until proven otherwise, as Karen is, or will she continue to be viewed in a skeptical, doubting, demeaning manner until she proves to White folks she’s one of the good ones?

That having to prove her decency and overall humanity, is the issue that is propelling me to totally side with an HBCU, over even an Ivy League institution of higher learning. The notion she is guilty, incompetent, and lacking until she proves to these White folks who voted for Trump otherwise.

Ain’t that a bitch?!

My Daughter penned this last year for her speech and debate class, and elements of it she’ll incorporate next month when she participates in the Forty-Ninth annual Harvard National Forensics Tournament, in Boston as a member of her high school’s debate team.

I am a girl

I am a sister and a daughter

I am Black

I am a silhouette, only seen against the light

I am a shadow, only viewed when the time is right

I am judged by the melanin in my skin, I will always be guilty until proven otherwise, always standing off to the side.

I am comfortless, like a spirit who can not rest

I am tired, always trying to prove that I am no different from the rest

I am worthy, always going above and beyond, not because I want to but because I have to, I have to confirm that I am not the stereotype.

Yes, I like school, Yes, I can read, Yes, I understand the instructions, No, I am not mad, No, I am not lazy, and No, I do not want to leave.

I am fed up, why must I continue to show that I am a human being, I am the Pluto of the galaxy, so much controversy on if I am a planet or not.

I am a dandelion, taking blows to the heart every day, losing a piece of myself as time goes on, being gunned down by the words that come from other people, by the states that are received from other girls, by the glares that come from adults. I regrow and come back, but am only viewed as a weed, and then picked away.

But, I am Black

I am the rising star in my family

I am a strong and independent woman, from the tiniest curl on my forehead to the smallest freckle on my toe.

I am brave

I am intelligent

I am a girl

Look, I’ve seen the desire on the behalf of White coaches, teachers, and administrators to “get tough” and “break” Black kids, “teach them a lesson,” and “throw the book at them,” and it’s usually under the guise of the “tough love” BS line. Helping them by showing them how hard the “real world” will be. Yet in my estimation it was at times, many times, done out of contempt, a lack of empathy, resentment, racism, and hatred.

And, as I’ve witnessed with my daughter, a desire to “put them in their place” if they are confident (arrogant) and self-assured (uppity.)

Sorry, but most white folks working in education aren’t in the business of education because they yearn to be in the business of mass-producing well-educated, intelligent Black people.

The school district I work in is mass-producing Black students, many, if not the majority, who do ultimately graduate. They possess worthless degrees which equate to reading, writing, and doing arithmetic at a 9th-grade level. And the system is “ok” with that. Once more, call it gutter low expectations.

If, as a Black parent, you don’t act as a helicopter parent, good luck to you and your child.

Coworkers, you know I Ain’t lying.

Here, you tell me if I’m wrong, but there’s really no debate about it: Black people are treated differently by White folks, from emergency room doctors, home appraisers, loan officers, waitresses, policemen, and firemen. So why would Black folks expect anything different from White folks working in the field of education?

The greatest miscalculation Black folks have made: is placing our children’s education in the hands of White folks. I won’t do that again.

BlackCommentator.com Columnist, Desi Cortez, who also writes for BlackAthlete.com & NegusWhoRead.com, was hatched in the heart of Dixie, circa 1961, at the dawning of the age of Aquarius, the by-product of four dynamic individuals, Raised in South-Central LA, the 213. At age 14 transplanted to the base of the Rockies, Denver. Still a Mile-Hi. Sat at the foot of scholars for many, many moons, emerging with a desire and direction… if not a sheep-skin. Meandered thru life; gone a-lot places, done a-lot of things, raised a man-cub into an officer n' gentleman, a "man's man." Produced a beautiful baby-girl with my lover/woman/soul-mate… aired my "little" mind on the airwaves and wrote some stuff along the way. Wordsmith behind America's Ten Months Pregnant . . . Ready To Blow!: Even Trump Can't "Make America White Again." A New, More Inclusive, Diverse 21st Century America - Love It . . . Or Get The Hell Out!. Contact Mr. Cortez and BC.

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