“Oooooo his hair is like mine,” I heard a wide-eyed, mahogany-skin faced little boy whisper to his friend as I passed them. His words eased some of my anxiety as I entered an unfamiliar school, and in an unfamiliar state,with an unfamiliar task, that often felt unattainable. As a way to conclude the school-to-prison pipeline, or …Continue reading »
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