"The black guy's always the first to die in movies!"

I believe that most of my students, at some level, know that that there is something a little peculiar about the fact that in a classroom where all 26 students are black, the teacher at the front (me) is not. However, because they are still in 8th grade, they do not dwell too long on such matters. They also probably wouldn’t use the word “peculiar” to describe the situation, but I believe that that is more or less the sentiment.

So yesterday, when one of my students made the astute observation that “the black guy’s always the first to die in movies,” I found it a wonderful opportunity to talk about the complicated matter of race. We discussed great questions like “What movies are you referring to?” and “Why do you think that is the trend?” and of course, “How does this fact represent, skew, or perpetuate our racial perspectives of each other?”

They all got a kick out of the last one.

The great thing, however, about the comment, was that it arose during a lesson on Chinese New Year. I’ve realized most of my students aren’t going to interact with many Chinese people outside their neighborhood carryout and I’ve taken it upon myself to be a representative of sorts for all things Chinese. I got all kinds of great questions like, “Do you guys really eat a lot of rice?” and “Why is everything made in China?” and “Mr. Chen, what are the macroeconomic ramifications of China’s current practice of purchasing significant amounts of American debt?”

So as you can see, a lot of learning happened. And it was rewarding in a way to know that now my students very much understand three things: that 1.) yes, we do eat a whole lot of rice, 2.) that things are made in China often because it is cheaper to manufacture there and finally, above all, in an odd but profound sort of way, the most significant lesson of all was the one with the widest arc in introducing realities of how we are invariably perceived as humans relative to the hue of our skin: so you can bet I made sure to teach them that at the end of the day, 3.) at least they get to be in movies.

A Transcript from Class

Today, I had a class that was having a lot of trouble settling down. Lots of talking, laughing, inattentiveness, etc. When I finally got them calmed down, I was giving them the standard teacher lecture on paying attention, how paying attention can improve their grades, help them learn, and so on and so forth.

I was explaining the direct relationship between doing one's work and improving one's grade when one of my students interrupted me. For simplicity's sake, we'll call him Peanut. The other kids call him that all the time and in fact, I remember I once asked him why he was called Peanut and he responded, "because my head looks like a peanut."

This is, word for word, what he said:

Peanut: "Mr. Chen, it's not my fault, I have ADHD. You should be talking to the other kids, they don't have any excuse."

Yikes.