We Can’t Be Teachers by Day and Oppress Our Students of Color by Night

A few summers back, I was at a wedding reception, exchanging the customary pleasantries one does when seated next to people one has only just met. We discussed our relation to the bride and groom, and then shared what we did for a living.

“I teach 12th grade in West Philadelphia,” I told my new acquaintances.

“Wow,” they replied. “That’s amazing. Must be tough. How is it?”

“It’s good. Kids are amazing. Nearly 100 percent graduation rate and college acceptance.”

“That’s incredible! Good for them! You’re doing amazing work.”

Now, on its face, this is an exceedingly innocuous conversation; one that serves to honor a teacher and his students, to applaud them for a job well done. But there’s more to it. What’s loaded in this pleasant exchange, between two White people it is worth noting, is what’s called “soft” racism, although as was put to me recently, about as soft as a sledge hammer to the kneecap.

Before I proceed, a few things. Neither person in this exchange is what commonly would be referred to as bigots. Both people identify as progressive liberals and are supporters of what’s commonly referred to as ‘social justice.’ Both have good hearts and better intentions.

And both are naive and blinded to the racial underpinnings their discourse revealed. This is easily seen if we simply replace the high school in which I teach with the high school I attended. The conversation may have looked something like this:

“I teach 12th grade at Cobble Hill Collegiate Institute.”

“Nice. What are they reading this year?”

What’s revealed in the differences between these two conversations is the soft racism of expectations. Without acknowledging it, my new acquaintance and I engaged in a conversation riddled and tainted by the low expectations we had for my students; low expectations founded upon my students’ complexions and socio-economic demographics.

• Why, exactly, was it ‘amazing’ that 99 percent of my students graduated high school?
• Why, exactly, was it ‘amazing’ that 99 percent of my students earned a college acceptance?
• Why, exactly, must it be ‘tough’ to teach my students?
• Why, exactly, is my work ‘amazing?’
• And why, exactly, did I have such statistics at my fingertips?

The answer is obvious, although one that well-meaning White liberals like myself are loathe to acknowledge and face. We, as White Americans, have within us an entrenched system of biases affected by America’s racial codes. We display lawn signs exalting our progressiveness, signifying our pride as allies. And yet within our social worlds, which remain predominantly mono-toned, we demonstrate the biases that made the lowered expectations of my students so easy to overlook.

As educators, White educators in particular, we need to be aware of how we talk about our students, especially if they are students of color. We cannot work against systems of systemic oppression in our classrooms by day and then partake in that which perpetuates this oppression by night.

We have to acknowledge and work to minimize, if not eradicate, the biases we likely have against the very same students we love and serve.

I am unsure of what the next step should be in this discussion. I don’t pretend to know answers; all I can be sure of are the implicit biases present in our everyday lives. I submit these observations as a means of presenting a jumping off point for discussion.

The one thing I do know for sure is that White people need to do the work. We need to investigate our racial identities and challenge our latent implicit biases. We need to move past the White guilt that keeps us at the center of the conversation at the expense of the welfare of our students.