Bartley Jeannoute teaches sixth-grade humanities at the Abington Friends School, a private Quaker institution in the North Philadelphia suburb of Jenkintown. When schools closed for the pandemic, in March, he was teaching via Zoom within days. “It was pretty easy for us to pivot to distance learning,” he said, because of his school’s resources. “Meanwhile, kids in the public schools were just at home, getting no interaction from their teachers, for almost a month.”

欧洲杯买彩票Before joining Abington Friends, last year, Jeannoute taught at the Philadelphia School, another private institution. A decade earlier, he attended Seton Hall Prep, a Catholic boys’ high school in New Jersey, where he was one of two dozen Black students in a class of around two hundred. He got good grades, but he grew frustrated with the curriculum of all-white authors. “I felt like I was reading other people’s literature, other people’s theology, other people’s history,” he said. “I was looking for something that spoke more to my experience—it was like the second-to-last chapter of the book that we never got to.” When he asked his teachers about incorporating more Black voices, the school sent a letter to his mother. His teachers had noted a “radical shift” in his behavior, describing him as “hostile” and “aggressive.” After that, Jeannoute stayed quiet in class.

欧洲杯买彩票But the world is a little different now. This summer, Jeannoute is teaching a free course for inner-city high schoolers called Protest Writing. It is hosted by Mighty Writers, a local nonprofit. The reading list ranges from W. E. B. Du Bois to Nikole Hannah-Jones and Kendrick Lamar, and the class culminates in the students writing their own pieces. The other day, after eight students had shown up for class over Zoom, Jeannoute shared his screen, so that they could view a political cartoon. The drawing, titled “The American Dream Game,” showed two boys—one white and one Black—taking different paths to get to the end of the same board game. The white kid’s path was straight and short, while the Black kid’s was three times as long, winding through such obstacles as “Segregation: Lose 25 Turns.”

欧洲杯买彩票Federico, a sophomore in a green shirt, raised his hand. “White people tend to judge African-Americans, saying ‘They’re slow’ or something like that, when in reality they just have a lot more things to overcome in order to reach that American dream,” he said.

欧洲杯买彩票Zion Perry, a junior who wore her hair in braids, chimed in: “Some white people are so comfortable in what they have or where they are that, if they see a person of color in the same position as them, then they think that they both got to that place in the same way.”

欧洲杯买彩票Jeannoute asked the class, “How do you think that this board might look if, instead of a Black man, this was a Black woman?” A sophomore named Felix, whose Webcam was positioned so that only the top half of his face was visible, guessed that the path would look even twistier. He said that he had heard Black women talk about the disrespect that they get from various groups, including Black men. “It must be really hard if you feel like even the people inside of your own race don’t respect you,” he said.

“I like what Felix said a lot,” Perry said. She described some of the difficulties of being a Black woman: “When we’re passionate or loud about something, we’re seen as ghetto. But when we try to conform to societal standards we’re whitewashed. ”

On to homework. The students had been asked to read a piece in the Times欧洲杯买彩票 about how two schools—one private and one public—had adjusted to remote learning. They talked about the failings of their own public schools. Perry, who goes to the Academy of the New Church, a private school in the affluent suburb of Bryn Athyn, said that her school had done a bad job transitioning to remote learning, too. “It really showed you how they actually felt about you,” she said, explaining that her teachers hadn’t seemed to care whether she fell behind on her work.

This past June, she began posting on Instagram about experiencing racism at her school. She also wrote about it for Jeannoute’s class. In a two-page poem titled “The Masked Prisoner,” she compares the school’s instructors to prison guards (“They were terrible overseers and their titles were ‘teachers’ / I was taught Latin and European, and even how to be like one”) and describes how they seemed to favor some students over others (“ ‘The victims’ that were always seen as nice / And kind and so sweet and ‘oh so pretty’ and white”). A spokesperson for the Academy of the New Church responded, in a statement, “We support all our students, alumni, and families in courageously speaking out about the hurt they experienced while attending our schools and we thank them for sharing input on how to make our schools better.”

Perry’s parents plan to enroll her in a new school this fall. In her poem, she writes, “COVID欧洲杯买彩票 came around and the killer saved my life.” ♦