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Fear of a Black Educator, Part 2

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[Here’s part 1 of this series.] You’ve now watched the umpteenth version of a person receiving unwarranted capital punishment for their pigmentation. These videos autoplay on your TV screen and your social media timelines. You’re inundated with rage in the form of speeches and blogs. You’ve read up on the …






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Fear Of A Black Educator, Part 1

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Last night, in a fit of angst, I sent off a series of tweets: It’s hard telling kids to pledge allegiance to a flag when its representatives barely represent us. #TerenceCrutcher — Jose Vilson (@TheJLV) September 20, 2016 Without hesitation, someone decided to reply with “Why not move to a …






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Love and Hate, Sorta (It’s Only Been Two Days)

Jose Vilson Jose 5 Comments

“Vilson, tu si ere malo!” It was the most random comment. For whatever reason, middle school students crack me up. Perhaps a large part of their being necessitates testing limits within the first few days of getting to know a teacher. Perhaps they insist that the first two days don’t …






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A Brick In The Path (Promised Lands Are Never Promises Kept)

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“Originally a biblical reference to the land of Canaan promised to the descendants of Jacob, The Promised Land represented a new physical space where the old social order would be dissolved and from which opportunity would spring. The Promised Land was geographic, political, and simultaneously corporeal and non-corporeal.” From the …






Kaden Pagani, 8, left, and his brother Kingston, 6, carry signs as they march down Broadway toward Frank Ozawa Plaza during a Black Lives Matters protest in Oakland on Thursday, July 21, 2016. Image by Michael Short.

Show Solidarity with Words & Actions

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Audre Lorde calls for our silence to be transformed into language and action in her 1977 speech. But if our silence will not protect us, then why do we hold on to it for comfort? Why do revert to silence when we witness, see and read about the injustices and cruelty of this world? Why do we let fear take over? Why do we let compliance sink in?











Crestwood High School varsity cheerleading captain MicKayla Ketter plays with toddler class 5-B at Shaw Air Force Base, S.C., Aug. 15, 2012. Ketter and members of her high schoolÕs cheer squad came to teach children about sportsmanship and teamwork.

Five Ways To Show Students You Care

Jose Vilson Jose 8 Comments

“How do you show students you care and love them?” Someone asked me that this afternoon. And every other week. Shout-out to the other eighth grade math teacher who asked it. I’m not about the touchy-feely stuff; I prefer to discuss techniques, strategies, and content where possible. I prefer to talk about …






Jose Vilson, Noble Talks, Clinton School for Public Service, Little Rock, AR

Text of My Speech in Little Rock, AR (Decenter Yourself)

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In a small, yet simple act of deflection, I managed to decenter myself and put the onus of learning on the students so they can take ownership. I ask them to imagine “What if I wasn’t there? Would you still learn?” I don’t quit until they’ve learned how to ask good questions, not just of themselves, but also of the content they’re learning and the teacher himself.











Jose Vilson, Central High School, Little Rock

Between Little Rock and This Hard Place

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“She wasn’t with the rest of the other Black students. Can you imagine having all those harassers, reporters, and guards blocking her from letting her get into school?” As I was listening to the ranger tell us the story of Elizabeth Eckford’s first day of school at Central High School …






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The Kids Can’t Read, But They Can Read You

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When I was seven years old, a frio-frio man used to park his cart in front of our elementary school in the spring and sell his Italian ices for 50¢ for 2 scoops. Whenever my mom had enough change, she’d give me two quarters and I’d treat myself to the …