One of the highlights of the 2019-2020 school year was being accepted into a leadership program with my teacher’s union for BIPoC (Black, Indigenous, people of colour) women in Ontario. Only 20 women are accepted for the program each year and I’d applied once or twice in the past, but wasn’t successful. Finally, it was my turn, my time. Or so I thought.
I heard so many bad things about the class I’ve just inherited and wasn’t sure I was up for the challenge. And yet, here I am today reflecting on our extremely busy, but good day and I couldn’t be more thankful that I’m all those Black and Brown babies teacher.
“The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman.” Malcolm X
Over half the year has passed and it has been quite interesting to say the least. Despite my city finally entering Phase 3, Covid-19 still has a grip on most of my life and much of the world. Lockdown life began for me over 4 months ago and for the most part, I’m used to it now. I live in a home with 4 generations so I never lack company.
Would you still be celebrating if I told you that increasing numbers of BIPoC students were entering high school being unable to read and write?