This is an excerpt from a book I am writing called "Critical Race Theory and Me My BlackAmerican Experience." It is one of my father's experiences from the late 1950s at Beaumont High School in St. Louis. One of the Little Rock Nine actually moved to his high school.
I had just got my grade in geometry. I was stunned. A “D” in the subject. How could this be possible? I had a 95-grade average and made 98 (which should have been 100) on the test at the end of the grading period.
I was upset. I went directly to Ms. Helmich, my geometry teacher. I asked her for an explanation. Her explanation was simple. “That’s what I give you people.”
I wanted the principal’s office and eventually to the Board of Education Office without getting any change in the grade. The final grading period of the year in her class, I received a “C.”
I was informed that I was the first black to get that high of a grade from her. Somehow I didn’t feel like celebrating.
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