Check Her Whiteness At the Door.
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
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Check Her Whiteness At the Door
She stepped into her classroom, her whiteness checked at the door.
She attained degree of educator, but her purpose was much more.
Her classroom filled with faces, a sea of inky black.
She knew because of history, their education was at lack.
It wasnít that they didnít know or were not smart enough to learn.
It was that in the front yard they had a cross that had always tryed to burn.
She knew her dialect would be strange, her skin and hair an anomaly.
She wanted that to be the end of their differences, perhaps an impossibility.
The faces looked so innocent, but perhaps knew more than her.
They had learned at a young age how they must overcome hatred and fear.
Haughty white men and woman may raise their heads in protest.
Saying there's no longer a difference between them and other races.
Until someone fixes the wrongs of so many years ago.
This teacher can not hold her head up high while so many still hang low.
She will go where she is needed, trying to give faith to those few
That she hopes will realize their inner greatness too.
She sees in each face a possibility when the storms are conquered inside.
Believing that none of them in that classroom are in for an easy ride.
But that is not what she wanted when she obtained her degree.
She wanted to help fight for everyone to know their equality.
Maybe someday the all the colors will become as one.
In the end, she just wants to make sure that the wrongs are undone.
Whatever is the destiny of her students, she knows all people need pride in present and past.
She is willing to do her best to learn what will work with in her class.
No special treatment, no separate but equal, has ever worked before.
But one thing she knows she must do to succeed, check her whiteness at the door.
Dedicated to the memory of:
Dr. Marjorie Peebles-Meyers (December 26,2001)
First African American Woman to graduate from Wayne State Medical School (Mich)in 1943.