A LOVE LETTER TO BLACK PARENTS IN AMERICAN SCHOOLS
Shortly after I proposed to my wife, our parents threw us an engagement party. There were a few standout moments from that day; my wife in her beautiful yellow sundress, it was the hottest day of the year, and a conversation my wife and I had with a family friend, who happened to be a school business administrator.
When asked if we were purchasing a home or renting, I told him that owning a home was an option but renting was more likely. He said to us, “Well, when you’re in the market to purchase make sure that you look into how good the school district is. You will more than likely have children so you want to make sure wherever you move is a place with a good school district. That’s what matters.”
When we were in the market for a house, a good school district mattered a lot; we had one child and another on the way. At the time, I was a teacher and I was well aware of the fact that sadly, your zip code played a role in the education children received. Shopping for a home was as much about shopping for a school district.
When selecting our home, we overlooked one key factor in our calculus; our CONTINUE READING: A Love Letter to Black Parents in American Schools - Philly's 7th Ward