A conversation today with one of my (biracial) students:
“How was your lunch?”
“Ohh, it was so good Ms. W!”
“What did you have?”
“I had the best Bojangles fried chicken. It made me feel all black again!”
“Fried chicken makes you feel black?”
“Yep, sure do.”
This conversation, of course, ignited a lengthy class discussion, not on race or stereotypes or any deeper societal issues, but on Bojangles and how it is criminal (criminal!) that I have never eaten at one.
I love teaching.