black girls school-to-prison pipeline
Invisible (Wo)man: How the Struggles of Black Girls in School Go Unnoticed6/28/2016
by Marilyn Rhames I recently sat with four colleagues during a school-based professional development session on diversity. There was a Jew...
I recently sat with four colleagues during a school-based professional development session on diversity. There was a Jewish woman, a Mexican woman, a White man, and me. We had to answer the question “Which part of your identity has had the biggest impact on you growing up? Race, class, or gender?”
I learned a lot about my colleagues that day, including one who admitted being afraid to walk near a Black man (I won’t say who said that). As for me, all three factors have deeply affected me.
Gender, however, is the the one I’ve explored the least.
At least that’s how my male counterparts made me feel. (Girls weren’t as cruel.)
So poured my energy into being a top student. My fight-back strategy was to silence the bullies with my brilliance. Plus, I could imagine nothing worse than becoming an unsightly, broke, dumb Black woman like the one-dimensional characters I saw on TV shows depicting a rich, glamorous White man’s world.
The angst of my young reality was reflected in a recent Teaching Tolerance piece called Don’t Forget About Black Girls. It reminded me how invisible I used to feel at school.
While Black females have made significant gains in college enrollment rates, we are also the fastest growing population in the juvenile justice system.
Worse, no one seems to be paying attention. The report Black Girls Matter: Pushed Out, Overpoliced, and Underprotected argues that discipline and behavior studies tend to be laser focused on Black boys, and in the webinar accompanying the report, discourse regarding gender is largely centered on White girls in more well-off schools that don’t have zero-tolerance policies. Meanwhile, African-American females are traveling at full speed along the school-to-prison pipeline, a trend virtually ignored by researchers.
For example, the report found that Black girls are suspended six times as often as White girls and 10 times more in New York State.
I was one of the fortunate ones. Though I felt ugly on the outside, I never once doubted my inner beauty or acted out in school. When I wasn’t studying, doing chores, or jumping rope, I poured myself into church activities. I read the Bible and loved Proverbs 31, which praised a woman for her virtuous character, not her good looks.
But what about today’s Black girls who look “on fleek” but feel like broken glass?Where do they turn to when they have no faith and no safety at home or at school? What about the girls who mask their insecurities and pain with endless selfies plastered on social media? When their frustration with the past and fear of the future cause them to disengage or lash out at school, what happens?
Black girls don’t get the counseling they need. They get suspended. Then expelled. They go to juvie. Then, they drop out. And when they can’t find a job, they commit minor crimes. They get arrested. They go to court. They get sent to prison.
One African-American male principal in Chicago told me that based on the Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACE) survey, about 45 percent of his predominantly low-income Black students have a parent who is either dead or incarcerated. A whopping 90 percent of his students reported experiencing childhood trauma. During the past few years, he has seen an uptick in violent incidents involving girls.
“I used to worry about my Black boys, but now the girls are the ones fighting and causing the most trouble,” he said.
Historically, women have always been the quiet strength of the African-American community, so hearing about large numbers of Black girls falling apart in schools is a troubling phenomenon that must not go unaddressed.
This Black girl was on the top of the world, fairy dust all around me. That is, until I enrolled in a private liberal arts college that had little ethnic diversity among students or staff. None of the White boys had any interest in me (except one red-headed, freckle-faced basketball player who asked me out and then stood me up). And when I took my first science class, I realized that I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was.
My #BlackGirlMagic seemed to stop working. But coming home on the weekends and seeing the pride in my momma’s eyes always broke the spell of disillusionment. That’s what Black girls need. They need us to see them, affirm them, love them. Love produces the most amazing magic show.
Marilyn Anderson Rhames has taught in district and charter schools in Chicago since 2004. She now serves as alumni support manager at a K-8 charter school, helping graduates persist through high school and on to college and career.