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Participants in a story circle at the Charleston HealthCare Center browse our community-built timeline of the struggle for equity, access, and excellence. We are continuing to ask people around the city about their cnnection to this history and what we can learn from it. Let us know if you want to set up a circle in your community.

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Meghan Doran and Fabrice Montissol of the BBDP team talk about the 39th anniversary of the court case Morgan V. Hennigan with BNN News.

Take a look for yourself!

“Meghan Doran and Fabrice Montissol of the Boston Busing/Desegregation Project for the Union of Minority Neighborhoods talk about their examination of the history still unfolding about race and educational opportunity in Boston’s public schools. Interview on BNN News. Aired June 20, 2013.” – Chris Lovett (of BNN News)
Want to learn more about Morgan V. Hennigan? Click here to read Donna Bivens’ thoughts and reflection on what BBDP has learned about Morgan V. Hennigan! Or click here to read the full court case!
Can’t see the video? Click here to watch the video on Chris Lovett of BNN Vimeo’s page.

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39 Years Later – Morgan V. Hennigan,

Posted: June 21, 2013 by umnunity in Uncategorized

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Friday, June 21st marks the 39th anniversary of Morgan V. Hennigan

Morgan V. Hennigan is the federal court order given by Judge W. Arthur Garrity to desegregate Boston’s public schools. To kick off our countdown to the 40th anniversary of school desegregation in 2014, we are posting some resources and learnings about this court order. Below, you can read our Project Director Donna Bivens’ thoughts and reflections on what we’ve learned and intern Fabrice Montisol’s summary of the actual Garrity Decision. This section also includes:

– resources on the order, including a link to the full order and a summary of the order we’ve put together; If you haven’t read it we

– Voices from our story collection – people’s reflections on what the order meant from their perspective

(CLICK HERE TO READ MORE ABOUT “39 Years Later”)

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See the film that started it all! These were some of the first voices we heard – the people that inspired the Union of Minority Neighborhoods to start the Boston Busing/Desegregation Project. Inspired by these voices? We want to hear your story AND we have many more stories we want to share with you.

To tell your story email meghandoran@umnunity.org. We’re looking for stories of both people who were directly involved in school desegregation/busing and people who have experienced the impact.

We also need your support to share the stories we have collected. Please donate today to help us continue to broaden the voices that will lead to a new narrative about busing/school desegregation in the struggle for equity, access and excellence in Boston.
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On Wednesday, March 27th, BBDP held a story circle with members of the Sisters of St. Joseph and the Sisters of Notre Dame.  As participants told the stories of their upbringing and experience with desegregation, one of the recurring themes was the isolation and silence of Boston’s white communities.  Many commented on their lack of interaction with people of color growing up, mentioning the “1 or 2” Black children they went to school with.  “I feel like my life is extremely white,” said one of our participants.  Others talked about how racism was something that was never discussed openly in white neighborhoods, but instead hinted at and expected to be understood.  Some of the consequences of these attitudes for whites came up during the post-story discussion.  As one circle member put it, “We didn’t grow up with a healthy respect for other people.” However, many of the participants also described eventually having more diverse experiences both inside and outside of their own communities and discussed how these experiences fostered in some way their own commitment to equity, access and excellence.

Several Sisters who were directly involved in the busing/desegregation crisis participated in the circle but did not want their stories shared publicly. Still they shared much that will enrich the new narrative the project seeks to create with the diverse voices being interview and doing story circles.

In terms of residential segregation–of social segregation –that still seems very much the fabric of my life. I feel like my life is extremely white. Barbara McQueen As much as I really appreciate the idea of intentionally mixing things up, I think my experience of being in the schools says there will still be bias. MaryRita Weschler I understand perfectly what the racism is in the country. I don’t have the experience in Boston–for which I am very sad. Sr. Helen Colbert I wish at the time –especially as Sisters of Notre Dame–that we had really done a more converted effort of looking at institutional racism and how we were responding. Sr. Linda Bessam 

In March, the Boston School Committee voted to change the way that students are assigned to schools. Donna and I followed this process closely and found that the most striking parallel between then and now is that parents and students continue to struggle for equity and quality, and school assignment continues to be an inadequate frame for addressing these concerns. BBDP learning network member Barbara McQueen weighed in in the Boston Globe:

For years, black students had been denied equitable educational opportunities. For the city and for individuals, discrimination and the violent response to desegregation efforts resulted in significant losses; for many, the traumatic effects linger. This legacy is an essential part of the back story to attempts to revise the student assignment plan.

The Union of Minority Neighborhoods’ Boston Busing/Desegregation Project aims to bring this back story to the front, and to continue the unfinished work of ensuring that all of Boston’s children have access to high-quality schools.

While Donna and I each read  statements to the Boston School Committee expressing concerns about the deep underlying issues brought to the fore by discussions of school assignment but rarely addressed and concluding:

As the 60th anniversary of Brown vs. the Board of education and the 40th anniversary of Boston’s busing/desegregation crisis approach, BBDP calls on the School Committee and all of us committed to race and class equity, democratic access and demands for excellence to take the risks we need to take to get them.

Reflection from our Brighton Story Circle – 2

Posted: March 20, 2013 by meghandoran in Uncategorized

After our story circle in Brighton we asked the folks who were there if anyone wanted to write up their reflections. Two people very kindly obliged us and we are long overdue in posting them. Here is the first, by Emily Berg:

Thoughts on the Brighton Story Circle

by Emily Berg

I dropped out of the sky into this meeting, having just met up with the Busing/Deseg History project, so I had no idea what to expect.  What I found was a group of maybe 25 people, of various ethnicities and ages, who brought and shared some delicious food and then stayed for 2 hours more to talk about their recollections and/or evaluations of that turbulent history.  And of course the discussion moved, at times, to broader issues related to racism and power, including immigration.  Due to the size of the group and the fact that we didn’t have all week, the topics raised could not be discussed in depth; at several points in the conversation, however, people spoke bravely and honestly about things that are so “touchy” that they don’t often get talked about.

 

A white man who had been a student at the time talked about the racial fights in school, saying that they were absolutely unavoidable, no matter how much you wanted to avoid them; he commented that he was at times “saved” by his Puerto Rican friends, because they were not seen as black or white.  He had gone to an integrated elementary school (the Trotter) and did not expect to have trouble – but he did.  Another white man, who had been a teacher at South Boston High, said the situation there was “a mess;” and that it was often impossible for education to go on.

 

A younger black man, at the time a resident of Columbia Point project, remembered his parents talking about the violence, and wondered whose fault the violence was: did it bubble up from below or was it created and led by politicians?  And is racism actually weaker now, or are racists just “more conniving?”  A white woman who was a school bus driver at the time noted that noise, of which there was plenty, does not necessarily equal chaos.  There was some back-and-forth discussion about Irish culture, or maybe cultures; an Irish-American woman said that she had been raised to fear South Boston and would never have dared to go there.  A couple of people said that immigrants – including immigrants of color – often seem to believe (and are they correct?) that part of becoming American is to “buy into” racism.

 

So many more things were said!  Several people gave little personal histories of their thoughts, feelings and actions during that time; perhaps a greater number said very little but listened closely (I was among them).  Many people brought the discussion into the present, by talking about how the past events (whether they were involved in them or just read about them) influenced their later life choices. 

 

The evening was at the same time fascinating, moving, and unsatisfying; it brought many questions to mind, and began to discuss a few but answered none.  The seriousness and honesty – and kindness –  people brought to the discussion was awe-inspiring and touching.  There will probably never be one united, accepted opinion about the busing crisis and its results, but there doesn’t have to be.  What we need is more talking and especially more listening; more conversations like that story circle.

Reflection from our Brighton Story Circle – 1

Posted: March 20, 2013 by meghandoran in Uncategorized

After our story circle in Brighton we asked the folks who were there if anyone wanted to write up their reflections. Two people very kindly obliged us and we are long overdue in posting them. Here is the first, by Naama Goldstein:

      Three weeks later, my 7-year-old son remembers, foremost, two testimonies: “the one about the ice cream shop and about not being served,” and, “somebody there was actually a bus driver—from busing!” I, his mother, remember worrying beforehand that to bring a child to the circle would be seen as a disruption. I wrote and asked. We were kindly welcomed, both by message and, later, in person. It was the first time that my son and I had entered the old church in Allston-Brighton; we are Jewish and secular. But our experience in this warm building on that frigid night was surely sacred to all people, of any religion and none.
     What do I remember? The potluck table, at first sparse, and then laden. We brought fruit salad, as did someone else, but the salads were made of different fruit. Eating together, then drifting to the round formation of chairs. The circle filling gradually. The facilitator’s melodious voice.
     The first contributor’s fervent blue eyes and wiry frame, which make it easy to imagine him before his hair had grayed, to picture him negotiating, as a boy, the routine violence that he describes, the swift calculations, the juggling of loyalties. The eloquent young woman, once a bused city child, whose suburban teachers slowed their speech for her, a daughter of parents with advanced degrees, immigrants working hard to begin again in a country where their erudition stood for much less than the brown of their skin. The young man pausing often to collect himself as he channels his father’s hurt, pausing the longest to search for a word—then finding it, “conniving”—to describe how the systemic abuse inflicted on his parents persists, underhandedly, now. The bus driver, a bubbly raconteur, searching as desperately, though in a steady rush of words, trying to analyze the clash of cultures that just happened to converge in absolutely the worst way on exactly the sort of vehicle she drove on the job she loved performing in service of all children, all sorts. My son shifting with fatigue on his adult-sized chair, and listening, watching, demanding to stay.
     But before these recollections I remember something else. As promptly as the images of ice-cream and a school-bus driver return to my son, to his mother the circle means, first of all, this: a woman, not far from my age, deep-voiced and soft-spoken, one of the earliest arrivals at the potluck and, I think, a parishioner here, projecting equal parts propriety and warmth, and working actively and well to make two strangers feel like dinner friends. At the story circle she is the same toward the whole room, both decorous and forthright, but anguished now, as she, too, searches for words, venturing to distinguish between her sort of Boston Irish, and the sort that she feels has tarnished the name. And I remember her later, long after her turn, demanding, graciously insisting that the circle come around to her again, so that she can say one more thing, which does not come easy, but that she is determined to say. This is no longer a searching but, rather, an effort, and once it is managed the message is plain: She is sorry. From her posture it appears that she is extending her apology to someone in particular, to the young man who sought and found the word “conniving,” and he is meeting her eyes. But she does not mean the message only for him, nor is she the only bearer. We are all taking equal part right now, even a little boy who will be able to recount more vividly some other moments, and certainly his mother, though I was nowhere near Boston in those pivotal times. I was a child growing up in Israel amidst other tensions that I must still work to confront. Well, here we are, now, in a church in Boston, where we live, feeling along with all those present the rare tension in the room, the sort of tension you invite, and hold communally, suspend together, all of us feeling and treasuring it for its brevity, in which we cannot clarify to whom apologies are owed, by whom, and for what, and it may be that apologies aren’t exactly owed, but they are needed, they are a start.

Naama Goldstein is a writer living in Allston

On February 28th. BBDP held the second pilot story circle at Charles Street A.M.E. Church.  Trina Jackson facilitated and another amazing space was created to share, listen and learn.  As Trina, Meghan and I were debriefing we couldn’t help notice how different the stories are depending on location and those present.

In Brighton, a theme of immigration and of  how ethnicity/nationality among white people shaped and impacts our history emerged.  At this one in Roxbury, stories of activism, of the impact of loving teachers and of the power of strong community were themes.

Another interesting thing, was hearing people tell stories who had attended the first one and returned for this one. Each circle evokes different stories for the individual and  for the collective and coming more than once can only deepen the experience.

If you, your organization or community is ready to sponsor a story circle, let us know.  Not only will you help BBDP but we’re convinced it will enrich you individually and collectively as well. Below are some of the short stories from the 28th (the first group includes stories of those who weren’t involved in the busing/desegregation crisis due to age and/or location. The second group is those who were here and involved):

So my experience in the BPS was having a community that taught me that it was okay to resist and rebel. Lisa Owens 

There was a Black teacher and I’d never expected to see a Black teacher in this white school. Trina  Jackson 

I learned English in six months because I was surrounded by complete love and I was completely focused on learning how to speak to my teachers. Sayra Pinto 

Her first experience with prejudice was here in teh NOrth. According to her experience, Boston was supposed to be the epitome of American ideals. Will Henry, Jr.

I would describe our experience as one of  political activism. Dolores Goode 

It almost didn’t matter where you were. There was a level of activism that was going on every where.  Jacqui Lindsay 

For me, the story was the level of Black activism there was in terms of resisting certain kinds of changes that were happening around integrating the schools and the real commitment to us taking control of the education of  our kids’ education. Curdina Hill 

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On a frigid night in February, twenty five people came out to be a part of our first official story circle at the Brighton Allston Congregational Church–a BBDP partner organization. It was a wonderful evening of listening, learning and building on the work of the first phase of the project.

Below are some of the voices from our first pilot story circle that made the evening so special. Your thoughts and stories in response are welcome and deeply appreciated.

As I saw the conflict, it was a cultural conflict and it was a struggle for resources—educational resources in the city. Armando Martinez  

I began to realize that there are structures for emotion—it’s not totally chaotic. Cassie Quinlan  

The thing I noticed about Boston was that from what I could see on the Boston University campus, it was a really white campus. It was  a really white city.  Ava Chan

 

I realized at one point that the Domino affect still runs through all of us.  Allentza Michel 

We also heard how bad it was in Boston..In Kentucky, we heard about how bad it was up here  – Trina Jackson .

 I wanted to find out a little bit more about the background that you feel as a newcomer that you didn’t experience directly. Naama  Goldstein and 7 yr old son