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The Intersection of Curriculum and Leadership | Cindy Blackburn & Otis Kitchen II #AP&NewPrincipalsAcademy #WEEK313 x.com/i/broadcasts/1…

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@theNSLS All but traveling. 🙄 Prices for travel are too high but staycation for sure.

Spring Break hits different for everyone. 🌷 Productive mode 🎯 Life admin mode ✅ Recharge mode 🛌 Where are you landing? 💬 #theNSLS

The Renowned "Principal Mo" Talks Leadership | Ashley Moore #AP&NewPrincipalsAcademy WEEK307 x.com/i/broadcasts/1…

When you believe in a child and treat them like you do, they will begin to believe in themselves too. Pygmalion Effect! amazon.com/dp/B0FNLC6R1L

Inquiry leaders listen to the voices of their learners. They lean in and pause. They don’t just hear, but respond with a mindfulness in their behaviors that embody a reflective practice. They listen for what’s being said, the questions being asked & what lies beneath.

AI can do so much to benefit teachers and students! It’s such a game changer for Differentiation. Totally wish AI was around when I was a Sped Teacher. #bcstech

✨Registration is Now Open for #AAIHS2026! March 27-28, 2026 Pittsburgh, PA Theme: Preserving Histories and Legacies in the 21st Century aaihs.org/aaihs-2026-reg…

There's nothing like those peaks. 🎢 (Via T @edtechmathteach)

In 1967, Dr. King reminded the world that, “The evils of racism, economic exploitation, and militarism are all tied together.” So if If you are wondering what Dr. King might make of the United States in 2026, you need not speculate. He told us the truth in 1967. His diagnosis was that racism does not travel alone, that it is escorted by economic exploitation and defended by militarism. He shouted from the mountaintops that these forces conspire, not by accident, but by design. What has changed is not the diagnosis, but the number of people who profit from pretending the disease is benign. That it has no name. That it has no cure.

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The coffin arrived sealed, stamped with orders never to open it. But Black history has never been written by those who follow orders meant to protect injustice... On September 2, 1955, at Illinois Central Station, a wooden casket was unloaded from a freight train coming north from Mississippi. It was large. Heavy. Reinforced with boards. Nailed shut. Marked with official state seals. The smell came first—mud, water, death—before anyone said a word. Inside was Emmett Till. Fourteen years old. A Black child born into a country that had never decided whether Black children deserved protection. Two weeks earlier, Emmett had left Chicago smiling, joking, carrying a suitcase and his mother’s warnings. His mother, Mamie Till-Mobley, had raised him in the North, where segregation wore a quieter face. She tried to prepare him anyway. “Be careful down there. The South is different. Be humble. Say ‘yes, sir’ and ‘no, ma’am.’ Don’t look white people in the eyes.” These were not lessons of childhood. They were lessons of survival—passed down through generations of Black families since slavery, Reconstruction, Jim Crow. Warnings inherited, not chosen. Emmett promised he would be careful. He didn’t fully understand what that meant. No fourteen-year-old ever could. Now he was back in Chicago in a box Mississippi authorities wanted buried quickly, quietly, unseen. No funeral. No viewing. No witnesses. The same strategy America had used for centuries: erase the evidence and move on. Mamie Till-Mobley refused. “I want to see my son.” Officials told her it was better not to. The funeral director hesitated. Everyone in the room knew what was inside. They believed mercy meant silence. Mamie believed mercy meant truth. “If you don’t open that casket,” she said, “I won’t sign the papers.” A hammer was brought. The lid was forced open. The room recoiled. Mamie stepped forward alone. What she saw was the brutal result of a system older than the nation itself. Emmett’s face was shattered beyond recognition. One eye gone. His skull crushed. A bullet hole told the end of the story. His body carried the unmistakable signature of racial terror—the same violence that had enforced slavery, policed segregation, and disciplined Black bodies for generations. His crime was allegedly whistling at a white woman. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t. It didn’t matter. In the racial caste system of the United States, Black innocence has never been a defense. Three nights earlier, Roy Bryant and J.W. Milam had dragged Emmett from his great-uncle’s home at gunpoint. They tortured him for hours in a barn. They shot him. Then they tied his body to a cotton-gin fan with barbed wire and threw him into the Tallahatchie River. They believed the river would swallow the truth. But Black history has always flowed back to the surface. Emmett was identified only by a ring on his finger, engraved with his father’s initials—proof that even in death, lineage remains. Mamie Till-Mobley stood over what no mother should ever have to see. And in that moment, she made a decision that would alter the course of American history. She could have closed the casket. She could have protected her son’s image. She could have chosen private grief. Instead, she chose collective memory. “Let the people see what they did to my son.” At Roberts Temple Church of God in Christ, the funeral lasted four days. The casket remained open. No makeup. No reconstruction. No softening of the truth. Just a pane of glass between America and its own reflection. Between 50,000 and 100,000 people came. They wept. They fainted. They stood frozen. Black parents saw their own sons. Black children saw their future. White America saw, perhaps for the first time, the cost of its comfort. When Jet magazine published the photographs, the image traveled everywhere—barbershops, churches, kitchen tables, union halls. It crossed borders and generations.

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These discussion norms from @caselorg can help ensure all voices are heard in your team's next data discussion. schoolguide.casel.org/resource/estab…

Keith Porter Jr. was a father of two, a son, and a brother whose life was stolen by an off-duty ICE agent. His family gathered in grief demanding the truth. We will continue to stand with Keith Porter Jr.’s family until there is justice, transparency, and answers.

Your role as a teacher is important, but so is your well-being. Learn about the risks of toxic positivity in our new blog. Read more 👉 lttr.ai/AQiyc #ToxicPositivity #Teachergoals

May you feel good and refreshed this week in all things!🙏🏾

Thanks for all the ways you lift up your fellow teachers. ❤️ (Inspiration via leader @SteeleThoughts)

Chances are your staff would love a snack – and an invitation to take their PD to go! (Created by instructional partners @JulieRhodes2 & @beteach_09 in leader @earonsheats' school community)