I contemplated how I was going to best acknowledge what’s been going on over the past week. I could have just stopped at the silent black screen like many, but one of my former students, a young black man named Roje Carter was murdered last Saturday night. Last night was his candlelight vigil and I got the email too late. I have no words for his two-year-old daughter, wife, parents, and a younger brother who was in my class this past year. I curse racism and the institutions and mindsets that would keep young black people in a hopeless position, thinking the world has nothing to offer them.

 

Listening and learning, always…

Mr. Z