She has fear in her eyes. Her son was diagnosed and recommended
medication by someone who is not a therapist or doctor. She asks for
advice. I apologize—say that the teacher (a colleague) who diagnosed
her son is wrong, outside of her league. I spew that white students who
“act out” are labeled normal (they are kids being kids). But that black and
brown students are offered medication to control them. She knows this.
It is the source of her fear. We talk about programs outside of school to help
her son advance. Her bright son. I mention the Saturday program at the
Schomburg Center in Harlem, Prep for Prep, and the Oliver Scholars program.
She knows about these and is looking into them. I promise to stay in touch.
Say that I am willing to help. She smiles. The fear gone, for now.
© 2019, Elvis Alves