Dr. James Whitfield

Public Education

Resist

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It’s as if James Baldwin was talking to me from 1963 when he stated, “It will be hard, James, but you come from sturdy, peasant stock, men who picked cotton and dammed rivers and built railroads, and, in the teeth of the most terrifying odds, achieved an unassailable and monumental dignity.” (The Fire Next Time)

And here I stand!

Stand Up. Speak Out.

When I see something that is nefarious trying to rear its head, I feel a responsibility to speak out. I don’t speak out for self-preservation. Honestly, if that were the goal I’d likely just keep my mouth shut, as so many choose to do. I speak out because I see something that is tearing away at the fabric of our society, pitting us against each other as enemies, appealing to the deepest fears in our souls. When I see it, I call it. I stand by it, firmly. There is too much at stake. 

And I refuse to sit idly by and allow my fellow man to suffer under the weight of bigotry, hate, and intolerance. Silence serves no one. Not even yourself because, as history has shown, while it may not be you they’re after in the moment…they’re coming, just you wait. No, silence is complicity to whatever is seeking to plague our society.

And Then They Came For You…

I’ve done my due best to speak up and sound the alarm about what is going on in our local communities surrounding schools. Some chose to ignore those cries and believe that there was some world where this small group of hateful, intolerant, Facebook Echo-Chamber Warriors were just after me. Once I was a distant memory, all would be well in the land, and they could go on about their beautiful lives.

But it was never about me. And that is, precisely, what I told every news outlet I spoke to for the better part of the last two years. I’d be a fool to believe this was all about me. Many were fools that ended up believing that tale. No, my story is no isolated ordeal. Nor is it new to our communities. This is historical. 

But far too many people fail to embrace history in such a way. They’re blindsided when the dog whistles of “parental rights” and “protect our students” crops up. Then, by the time they realize that this turns out to be the same old manufactured panic we’ve dealt with over the course of our nation’s history, the bill is due. The nonsense has landed, squarely, at their door and they look around, baffled that this could ever happen to them.

I’ve been trying to tell you. Do you hear me know? Is it clear to you?

They are after the whole thing!

The Guardians of Our Society, Educators

I’ve had the opportunity to speak to thousands of educators over the course of my time in public education. Every chance I get, I tell them my story and how, had it not been for a handful of educators, I know that my life would be drastically different. They rescued me from a very dark place. 

I share that with them to emphasize that there are students like me in their classrooms every day. Some facing greater challenges, others fewer. Yet, their responsibility is to educate them all as they come to them. It’s not an effortless task. 

They bear the weight of addressing so many of society’s ills in addition to the content they teach. Nevertheless, they tackle it with a smile and unwavering determination. They are truly the guardians of our society.

And that’s what’s at stake – our society. We have folks with nefarious agendas pumping millions of dollars into a machine that seeks to destroy public schools as we know it. I know you’ve heard the rallying cries. But it ain’t all what it seems. So I want you to be informed. And I want you to reach out to your legislators as we head into this crazy special session to let them know that you won’t stand for the lies.

Deep in The Heart of Texas

In Article 7, Sec. 1.  SUPPORT AND MAINTENANCE OF SYSTEM OF PUBLIC FREE SCHOOLS in the Texas Constitution it states 

A general diffusion of knowledge being essential to the preservation of the liberties and rights of the people, it shall be the duty of the Legislature of the State to establish and make suitable provision for the support and maintenance of an efficient system of public free schools.

That doesn’t say it could be. It doesn’t say it should be. It says it SHALL be the duty of the Legislature of the State to establish and make suitable provision for the support and maintenance of an efficient system of public free schools.

Support and maintenance of an efficient system of public and free schools could look like a few things:

  1. Fully funding special education so students with specific needs aren’t left behind. 
  2. Increasing teacher pay so teachers aren’t forced to work two and three jobs just to make ends meet. 
  3. Increasing the basic allotment (which has not been increased since 2019)
  4. Ending the reliance on outdated standardized measures of assessment that don’t take into account meaningful, relevant learning experiences and 21st century skills our students need and various industries desire.
  5. A meaningful cost of living increase for our retired educators.
  6. Keeping public dollars in public schools.

Texas currently stands at 43rd place in terms of per-student funding and our educators are facing a significant pay gap of $7,500 compared to the national average. Addressing these disparities in teacher compensation and providing attractive incentives for new educators should unquestionably top our list of priorities.

However, regrettably, our governor has called a special session to convene with one of the aims being to advance the controversial concept of vouchers. This shift in focus is concerning because vouchers have the potential to exacerbate our education challenges rather than alleviate them. By diverting resources away from our public schools, they could usher in larger class sizes, a further decline in teacher salaries, and ultimately, detrimental outcomes for the students of Texas.

How Did We Get Here?

In case you’ve been sleeping up till now, let me introduce you to Tim Dunn and Farris Wilks, a billionaire duo out of West Texas. These two aren’t just your average rich folks who just like fancy toys; they’re the architects of a stunning political narrative that’s shaping the Lone Star State in ways that could soon leave it unrecognizable.

These billionaires have a plan in motion that involves a not-so-secret scheme in the world of education – a private school voucher system. But, their ambitions don’t stop there. What they’re really aiming for is a monumental transformation of Texas itself, steering it towards an authoritarian, Christian Nationalist state. 

Two billionaire-pastors with an abundance of riches are pouring their fortunes into making their extreme Christian nationalist worldview a reality. In the second-largest state in the U.S., no less. Before I go further, let me remind you – I am a Christian. But I ain’t this. The Christian nationalist worldview is something out of a dystopian novel – think Handmaid’s Tale. I don’t say this, jokingly. I’m dead serious.  It continues to shock me that this incredible story flies under the radar. But we better start paying attention.

Their financial influence is otherworldly. With over $100 million in contributions, they’ve effectively bought their way into the hearts and minds of Texas politicians. And it’s not just politicians; they’ve also created a vast web of PACs, think tanks, and media outlets that dance to their tune. Every extremist policy coming out of Texas recently? Well, it seems to trace back to these two.

When they’re not busy bankrolling politics, Dunn and Wilks take to their pulpits, where they preach a theology of power, control, and domination, rather than the universal love typically associated with Christianity. Alarming as that may be, their radical beliefs are translating into Texas law.

Their reach is staggering. Nearly every Republican State Senator and over half of Republican House members in Texas have accepted their money. For some, a whopping half of their campaign contributions stem from these two billionaires. Even the highest-ranking officials in Texas have their pockets lined by Dunn and Wilks.

Out of one side of their mouths they’re claiming that teachers are indoctrinating students and the other they’re bankrolling PragerU, a right-wing “education” platform, they’re determined to push in to shape the very curriculum in our schools. Talk about irony. We exist to help young people develop critical thinking skills, amongst other valuable 21st century skills. They LITERALLY want to indoctrinate young people to believe as they do, or else. You can’t make this stuff up. Always remember, their accusations are, quite often, admissions.

But here’s where it gets downright audacious: they’re embarking on their most ambitious endeavor yet—replacing public schools with Christian ones. Governor Abbott has even called a special session to push through their voucher scheme. The playbook has been front and center from the beginning. Many of us have tried to sound the alarm so many times, but here goes again. 

They seek to sow mistrust by fueling controversies to discredit public schools. And in the midst of the confusion and fear they will pass private school vouchers to defund them. Then, in the end, close public schools entirely, shifting the entire system to private, Christian nationalist education.

Call to Action

I love my home state of Texas. We’re above this. We are too monumental to be sold to the highest bidder. Fear, hate, intolerance, and bigotry cannot rule the day. We may still have a ways to go, but we’ve come so far. In the end, school vouchers – ESA’s, whatever they want to call them – in Texas undermines our Constitution and our commitment to providing equitable and quality education for all of our students.

I hope you’ll join me in reaching out to your legislator and letting them know, LOUD and CLEAR, that we want public dollars to stay in public schools. Let them know they’ve insulted our intelligence for far too long. And we refuse to be sold to the highest bidder. 

SAY NO TO SCHOOL VOUCHERS!!!

 

Weekly With Whitfield – Service

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As we journey through life, certain skills become ingrained in us, like riding a bike after years of not being on one. Chances are, you could go without riding a bike for years and still be able to jump right back on and go like yesterday. 

Ok, maybe you can’t do the rad tricks of yesteryear, but you can ride, nonetheless. Muscle memory kicks in and you’re off to let the steamy breeze of a Texas summer scald your face.

Y’all be careful out there, my fellow Texans

Service

I’ve had an absolute blast in my new role. If you’re an educator you know there’s no tired like “first full week of school” tired. But I am so encouraged, excited, and inspired by what I’ve experienced in my first 8 days of school. To those in education, the fatigue that accompanies the “first full week” is all too familiar. Yet, I find myself invigorated, motivated, and deeply moved as I head into the weekend. The spirit of service manifested in various ways, reminding me of the selflessness that thrives within our communities.

Students: Champions of Responsibility

The sight of students taking it upon themselves to wash windows, empty trash cans, and assist in unloading fans was heartwarming. Without prompting, these young people take extreme ownership of our school facilities and grounds. Their willingness to roll up their sleeves and contribute to the school environment exemplifies the responsible citizens they are becoming. I am telling you – there is something different in the water at this school.

Staff: Stepping Up Without Hesitation

Have you ever been in a place where everyone in your organization where there was no “that’s not my job” mentality? I’ve been in some pretty special places, but never have I experienced the level of “get it done, no matter what” as I have the past 8 days. Our staff proved their dedication beyond the call of duty, stepping in wherever and whenever their assistance was needed. Whether directing traffic during the car line chaos or providing support in unforeseen circumstances, their commitment to ensuring a smooth school operation was unwavering.. I am truly honored to serve with such amazing individuals who are committed to creating a dynamic learning environment for young people.

Families: Answering the Call

Our school community isn’t just confined to the four walls of the institution; it extends to the families who support us. It’s inspiring to witness parents and guardians respond with unwavering support and supplies in hand whenever the need arises. This afternoon a parent handed out huge Smart Waters to staff members who were out in the heat ensuring each student made it to their ride safely. And this was not an isolated event. Time after time I witnessed kind, thoughtful acts by our families throughout the week. They truly are our partners in fostering a nurturing learning environment.

Support: Extending a Helping Hand

With the start of the school year, I sent out our teachers Amazon Wish Lists to as few people, igniting a response from those eager to support. Last year I did something similar on Twitter for educators across the country and it spread like wildfire, securing tens of thousands of dollars for supplies for teacher’s classrooms. 

It is so amazing to be able to do this for my new school family this year. If you would like to support an educator at my school, please click on this link, locate a wishlist and item and send their way. Our staff, students, and families are eternally grateful. Thank you, in advance, for your willingness to serve in such a way.

As I reflect on these instances of service, I can’t help but feel immense pride in the community I am part of. Service isn’t just a transaction; it’s a mindset, a way of life that keeps us connected and thriving. So, as we all navigate the challenges and triumphs of another school year, let us carry this spirit of service forward. Let us honor the dedication of students, staff, families, and supporters by continuing to uplift one another. Thank you for the role you play in serving your community.

Weekly With Whitfield – Serendipity

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The story of my life is filled with many twists and turns – unbelievable highs and devastating lows. But, through it all, God has revealed a power and purpose deeper than I could ever imagine. By no means am I suggesting that it’s been easy. Far from it. The journey has been incredibly challenging. That said, each passing day reminds me just how fortunate I am for every bit of it – the good, the bad, and the ugly – and how it has shaped the husband, father, and community partner I aspire to be.

The last couple years have been quite heavy for our family. We have felt every emotion imaginable, but we have maintained our strength and resolve throughout. We draw that strength in a multitude of ways. But this week I was reminded, on several occasions, of one of those sources of strength that has been sustaining, encouraging, affirming and validating. And that is the many serendipitous encounters with a wide range of individuals. With each passing week I am uplifted by these serendipitous moments – moments that seem to hit right on time even if I didn’t know or feel it.

For Kids

Some of the most powerful moments come directly from the many former students. Without fail, these tend to come in moments where I may be feeling the lowest. It could be a student I had back in my 9th grade World Geography class, a player I coached, or one of the many students I served as a school administrator. With each encounter I am left with a great sense of joy and purpose-filled. Ultimately, they are why I do what I do and to have so many who have been so gracious to say hello, express their gratitude and share about what’s going on in their lives means the world to me. 

The “Dark Side”

As I entered education I was solely focused on being a classroom teacher and a basketball coach. Never, in a million years, did I imagine I’d take this journey into school administration. I remember when I made the decision to jump into school administration, one of my teaching colleagues said “oh no, James. Don’t go to the dark side!” But as time went on, and I continued my education, I began to see huge gaps in what was being asked of teachers and actions of administrators – why this stellar educator would view administration as “the dark side”. In the classroom, teachers are encouraged to engage their students but I saw little to no true engagement from administrators to teachers. Compliance seemed to be held above engagement and I saw the impact that had on many of my colleagues. 

So I committed to do this work as a school leader in a different way – in a way that uplifts, engages, encourages, celebrates, values, trusts, connects, and empowers educators to bring their full and authentic selves to school each day to do the most important work on the planet – educating the hearts and minds of our young people. Along the way I’ve learned from, and grown with, so many phenomenal educators. By no means do I claim to have it all figured out. In this work, as in life, when you think you’ve got it all figured, rest assured, something will come along and humble you. Instead, I continually seek opportunities to reflect, learn, and grow in my leadership journey.

Be Impeccable with Your Word

And, sometimes, that journey of reflection and growth can come with a seedy dose of self-doubt. Our minds are one of the most powerful tools in the universe. In his best-seller, The Four Agreements, Don Miguel Ruiz discusses being “impeccable with your word”. At its core, this agreement acknowledges the immense creative power of language, acknowledging that our words can either uplift and inspire or inflict wounds and perpetuate suffering. So often, we tend to think about how our words can hurt others. But I want to give a nudge for us to consider how negative self-talk can actually be more harmful than anything we’d ever dare say to another person.

Being impeccable with our word begins within. It calls for self-awareness and a commitment to authenticity. We must find strategies and mechanisms to avoid self-deception or negative self-talk. By using our words and thoughts in a spirit of self-love, we cultivate a positive self-image and strengthen our personal integrity. Believe me, I get it…easier said than done. But that brings me to serendipity.

Serendipitous Encounters: Renewal, Encouragement, and Gratitude

Just as I’ve run into countless former students over the course of my career, I’ve encountered many former educators I’ve served as an administrator. These encounters always leave me feeling renewed, refreshed, and encouraged for our profession. Strangely enough, whether or not I know it heading into these encounters, I leave thinking “that was right on time”. I am so very grateful for the many people out there who take the time from what they’re doing to stop and say “hello”, lend a kind, supportive word, or share some anecdote of how you may have played even a small role in their journey as an educator. It is the ultimate data point for me, as this work is about the people.

Serendipitous Encounters with New Friends and Allies

Over the last couple of years, as my story has played out in local and national media, that circle of educators, parents/guardians, and youth has expanded. With each passing week there’s some sort of serendipitous encounter with someone in one of these groups. From social media messages to emails to chance encounters in public spaces – each interaction stokes my passion and purpose to press on even in the midst of such chaotic and turbulent times. 

One such encounter happened just the other day as our family was out to eat with friends. As I walked to the bar to order a drink for my wife and I, there stood a person ready to greet me with a big smile and an extended hand. As we shook hands they said “Dr. Whitfield, right?” I responded, jokingly, “you got me”, as I lifted my hat to expose my shiny, bald head. After a brief chuckle they went on to share that they’re a principal in a nearby district and just wanted to say hello and let me know how much they support who I am and what I stand for. 

As I thanked them for their kind words they went on to share a bit more background saying, “and I want you to know that my appreciation and admiration goes deeper than all this foolishness that’s been thrown at you and how you’ve handled it with such grace. Actually, I was an assistant principal at a local school when COVID struck. And you were the principal of one of our teachers’ kids. She came in and showed me the videos you were making for the students, staff, and community and I thought ‘that’s some good stuff – I need to follow that dude’, and I have followed your journey ever since.”

They added, “So just know that, for so many, you were, and are, a model for what true leadership should and could look like even before all this came your way.”

Accepting Your Flowers – Appreciation

I’ll just say it – I am terrible at accepting compliments, but have gotten better over the course of time. In full transparency – it was hard to even type the above paragraph because I, in no way, want to self-aggrandize. But my journey has taught me that it’s important to acknowledge and accept these kind sentiments. Doing so shows appreciation to the person who made the effort to share. Additionally, it becomes a powerful tool for being impeccable with my word, allowing myself the opportunity to practice self-love and appreciation.

Gratitude, Purpose, and the Power to Move Forward

This was one of several serendipitous moments that happened over the course of this past week, and each was accepted with deep gratitude. These moments happen to each of us in different ways throughout the course of our busy lives. Sometimes in the form of small whispers. Other times in thunderous applause. Each with the capacity to nudge us along our paths, which can often be mired in the vast complexities of our daily lives. And, while they may not know it right now, I have faith that those reading these words may soon have that moment of serendipity that reinforces their purpose, passion, or simply their will to be. It’s coming. The universe is sending it your way. Listen and/or watch for it. When you hear it and/or see it, embrace it. Then use that serendipitous power to propel you as you move forward. 

Weekly With Whitfield – Advocacy

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Here we stand in yet another very pivotal moment in our nation’s history. Decades to come will look back on our journey, and hold us to account for that which we’ve allowed. It’s been encouraging to see so many dedicated public school advocates march to Austin, TX this week to speak on behalf of students, educators, and families.

Our public schools are truly the bedrock of our society. And our commitment to supporting these institutions will be critical to our ability to create a better world for us all. 

The past couple years have presented a fair share of challenges. But built within those challenges have been opportunities to grow and strengthen our resolve. My journey has been filled with unimaginable lows and incredible highs. Through it all I’ve learned that, no matter which state one may be in for the given moment, it is just that – a moment, a season – so never allow yourself to get too high, never allow yourself to get too low – just keep pushing forward.

These days I’m often asked for guidance on advocacy efforts. While I’ve always been an advocate for youth and educators within the public education space, I’ve gleaned broader insights from where I sit today. 

So here are 5 things to consider when you sign up to engage in advocacy work: 

With advocacy comes risks.

Your cause is worth it. But you have to know, and deeply understand, that your advocacy for such a cause comes with risks. It’s hard work. 

Ask yourself: What are you willing to risk? 

Consider this question at a very deep level. Think about your job, friends, family, emotional, psychological, etc. I’m not trying to scare you, just want you to be real with yourself about the costs that may be associated with your willingness to be an advocate. 

Also, understand that within those given contexts (family,job, friends, etc.) there will be disappointment. People you considered trusted colleagues and friends will show their true colors. Your workplace may prove to be a very different space than you experienced when you just chose to remain silent about things and just “stay in your place”. This may bring about some very difficult decisions for you to make. 

What are you willing to risk to have your voice heard and advocate for the causes you believe in?

Start with a realistic goal. 

Get real with yourself with regard to how much you have to give to the cause.

Ask yourself: How hard are you willing to work at this and how much bandwidth can you afford to give? 

Is that 2 hours a week, 1 day a week…what is the minimum you can commit to? Be careful. When we find something that fits our purpose, something that we want to push for,  we have a tendency to GO HARD early, then fade. Remember, this work is a marathon, not a sprint. Start small and build healthy advocacy habits.

You’ll be surprised at what incremental, strategic goals can help you accomplish (Note: Atomic Habits by James Clear is a phenomenal resource if you need help here). Whatever it is you choose to do, be consistent and persistent so create a cadence of what that looks like for you. Remember, you can’t pour from an empty cup.

Do not let the work consume you. Take care of yourself and that will allow you to help take care of others. 

Stand in your truth. 

Determine what drives you most and allows you to walk in your purpose.

Ask yourself: What is it that I see that conflicts with my beliefs/values? What gap do I see in my community that desperately needs to be filled? 

Being laser-focused here is absolutely critical. Don’t jump into something because it’s a fad or because you see “all the cool kids doing it”. Pour your energy into things that align with your North Star. That’s not to say that other things don’t matter, but engaging in something you deeply care about is going to allow you to be more effective than something you marginally have your heart in. Protect your energy and spend it where it matters most.

And know that resistance will come. As James Baldwin said “you must understand that in the attempt to correct so many generations of bad faith and cruelty…you will meet the most fantastic, the most brutal, and the most determined resistance. There is no point in pretending that this won’t happen.”

Once you accept this, attempts to quell your voice will no longer be a surprise.

Your awareness protects you from the distractions of those who stand against you.

Communication is key. 

What we say and how we say it impacts the reception of our message.

Ask yourself: What message do I want to convey to others anytime I’m asked or afforded an opportunity to speak on these issues? 

I strongly urge you to write this down, keep your talking points succinct and put them to memory. Being able to do this helps build authenticity which leads to trust. When you say something, say it with your WHOLE chest! People can feel how genuine you are about your cause which is another reason to be sure this is something you’re willing to “go for broke” on. 

Additionally, you must understand that not everyone will understand some of the more cause-specific terminology. One of the most sure-fire ways to lose people is to talk in acronyms, assuming everyone knows what they mean. Break it down into consumable chunks. Clear, informative messaging is paramount to educating and obtaining allies.

Don’t ride solo. 

Being in community with other dedicated people makes a world of difference.

Advocacy work can feel very defeating and isolating at times. Do not do this work in silos. 

Ask yourself: Which organizations in my community are engaged in efforts to support my cause?

Once you identify them, get involved. Contact members of their board or other representatives and acquaint yourself ASAP. Advocacy work is hard and not meant to be done alone. 

Isolation is an enemy to progress. Find your tribe and you’ll be energized in ways you can’t imagine. 

Keep Going

I just want to encourage you. I know that the days seem long and the work can be exhausting and downright frustrating, at times. You won’t always feel valued or appreciated but I pray that, along the way, you’re able to see, feel, and hear the impact of your noble deeds.

Understand that, for so many that came before us, they did not live to see the fruits of their advocacy efforts. Those would come long after they left this world. May we lean on those examples. Refusing to bow to apathy and despair – leaning in to the advocacy meaningful work that comes with planting trees we may never see bloom.

Weekly With Whitfield – Why

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Quite often I get the opportunity to speak to educators. I love discussing how to create dynamic, engaging learning environments for the kids they serve each day. I’ve had the honor of speaking to district leaders, campus administrators, classroom teachers and support staff, and everyone in between who help create these spaces for our youth. It is truly one of my favorite things to do. It ignites a fire deep within my soul. 

The Palpable Force of Education: The Unique Power of Schools to Transform Lives and Communities

Every time I leave the presence of one of these audiences I’m left feeling a bit better about the state of the world. I’m reminded of the unique power that lies within the walls of our schools each day:

The power of the chance we get each day to help shift the trajectory of student’s lives in positive ways.

The power to create an environment where young people feel seen, heard, valued, and loved. 

The power to draw out the unique genius that lies within each child. 

The power to change communities for the better. 

The power to facilitate learning that fosters critical thinking, inquiry, respectful dialogue, and a growth mindset.

The power to take the most broken and make them feel more whole. 

The force that exists in our schools is palpable. And that force changed the course of my life. It’s why I do what I do. Each time I’m blessed with the opportunity to address educators I try to take a moment to draw back to their why. 

Balancing Realism and Inspiration: The Role of “Remembering Your Why” in Navigating the Challenges of Education

I’ll stop here and say that I’m not a big fan of toxic positivity. Just telling educators to “remember their why” in the face of so much of the nonsense they face without taking meaningful action to address said nonsense, or providing practical tools to combat it, is not helpful. Quite the contrary. But I do believe that there are moments throughout our journey through this multifaceted profession that our ability to press pause and remember our why can be quite helpful in the moment. They sustain us through some of the passing challenges that come with walking through the schoolhouse doors each day.

This week I was reminded of my why in some very subtle ways.

The Importance of Mentors in Education: Reflections on Career Growth and Staying Hyper-Focused on Your Why

I had lunch with one of my amazing mentors, whose served as a district-level administrator in the area for some time. This is the same person who had a hand in encouraging me to pursue a doctorate in educational leadership nearly a decade ago when I was just beginning my administrative career. She saw something in me, then. And now, after all these years, here we are still discussing how on earth we’re going to solve the challenges facing public education. 

It was great to hear her speak of her why that carried her through her career, to retirement, and continued advocacy post-retirement. Ultimately, it was her local public school that changed the course of her life. And that prompted her to dedicate her life to the service of young people. It’s great to have people you can call on to reset your focus. Especially at the speed at which life is coming at us these days. We need people to help us slow down, breathe, consider things that we may not have, otherwise, and remind us that, beyond the noise, lies your why – the reason you care so much about what you do. 

The Power of Personal Connection: Building Relational Capacity with Students and Colleagues

Additionally, sometimes the reminders come directly from those you’ve been called to serve. For me, there is no greater gift than an affirmation from a former student or colleague who, in some way, I may have made the slightest difference. I live in the community that I’ve served for the last two decades and, rarely, does a week pass that I don’t have an encounter with an individual who falls into one of these categories.

It’s really quite amazing. It could be a student that I had in my first 9th grade World Geography class back in 2005 and I’ll still remember their name. That’s always been a critical component to building relational capacity with those I serve. I don’t just want to know everyone’s name by the end of the year or first semester. I want to know them in the first weeks of school. And I put intentional time and energy into that task. And not just knowing their name, but understanding how to pronounce their name; understanding unique things about the person beyond their name.

They May Forget What You Said, But They’ll Never Forget the Way You Made Them Feel

Every so often a meme goes around on social media about educators who’ve made an impact in students’ lives and I’ll have a former student tag me in it. This week, there was one that had a sticky not that read:

“Every Adult Remembers Their Favorite Teacher” 

I felt honored that someone out there thought enough of me. I responded with my gratitude and expressed how proud I was of this particular student. And this was her response:

Similarly, another student chimed in:

Again, I expressed my gratitude for such kind thoughts, let her how honored I was to have been her teacher, and affirmed the light that she shined then, and now, as an adult.

 – Yes, I’m at that age where I’m beginning to see that I could be in a school with children of former students – WOW! – 

As I read these beautiful reflections I paused. I reflected on the thousands of students I’ve had the opportunity to serve over the course of the last two decades. My goal coming into the world of education was to help guide young people through some of the most difficult moments of their life, equipping them with skills, tools, and resources to learn and grow into the best versions of themselves. In a nutshell, that’s what a handful of teachers did for me. And that’s largely why I chose the profession.

Talk about watery eyes as I received those verbal flowers. It’s been years since I’ve crossed paths with these students, but I can remember their light, as well. Unquestionably, the feeling is reciprocated. My life has been so greatly enriched by the students I’ve served through the years. Although I was the “adult” in the space and had my own lived experiences, I learned so much from them. And I’m forever grateful for each of them. 

Nurturing Your Passion: The Importance of Reconnecting with Your Why in Teaching

Teaching is, for me, one of the most noble professions. Educators play such a multifaceted and crucial role in shaping the future of our society. One must not underestimate the pressures that accompany this unique role. The constant demands and weighty responsibilities can easily lead to exhaustion, burnout, and despair. Thus, educators must frequently take the necessary measures to safeguard their mental and emotional health.

In such a scenario, remembering your purpose, the reason that compelled you to pursue this calling, serves as a guiding light. Reflection upon your why enables you to remain attuned to the aspects of the profession that offer contentment and gratification. By doing so, this helps stave off burnout and sustain your drive and passion for teaching throughout your journey.

Beyond these chance encounters, One way I reconnect with my why from time to time is to go through one of my “smile boxes”.  If a student has ever taken the time to write me a kind note, draw me a picture, etc, it’s in one of these boxes. Every so often, when I may be feeling a bit down, I pull out one of these boxes. Each represents a different point along my career journey from teacher to administrator to educational consultant. While I may have opened that box feeling down, it doesn’t take long for those feelings of goodness to wash over me in a wave of positive emotions. If you don’t have a “smilebox”, I’d highly recommend having one. This small action will uplift your spirits and remind you of the difference you make each day. The why shines through crystal clear as you turn the pages.

Still A Ways to Go – But You Got This

By no means do I write this to say that I’m the world’s best educator. That’s a far stretch. I’m far from perfect. But one thing that has always been perfect and pure is my love for young people – my desire to make them feel seen, heard, valued, and loved, my desire to create spaces where they are free to be themselves…where they can learn, grow, and discover opportunities that they may have never known. And in a moment, this week, I was reminded by the people who matter most in this profession – the students.

In the end, it’s important to remember that teaching is a challenging profession. And it’s okay to feel burnt out or overwhelmed at times. It’s natural. And, really, that goes for any profession. However, reconnecting with your why can help you stay motivated and inspired, even during the darkest of days.

 

The Impact of Black Male Educators

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To kick off Black History Month this year I’d like to share some insights on two Black male educators. Both have played a pivotal role in the trajectory of my journey to become a member of the next generation of Black male educators. Richard Bacon and James Johnson.

The research is clear, Black male educators can make a significant impact on the academic and social-emotional outcomes of students. In fact, studies have found that black male students who have a Black male teacher are more likely to graduate high school and less likely to be suspended or incarcerated (Fryer & Levitt, 2004). Additionally, Black male students who have Black male teachers are more likely to feel seen and heard in the classroom and to feel like their experiences and perspectives are valued (Gorski & Taylor, 2011).

As someone who has dedicated my life to public education, I have always known that education is one of the most powerful tools we have to create a more just and equitable society. I have seen firsthand the importance of having positive role models and mentors who look like us in our lives and in our communities. 

Unfortunately, despite the clear benefits, Black male students are far less likely to have Black male teachers than their peers. According to a report by the National Center for Education Statistics, only 2% of teachers in public schools are Black men, despite the fact that they make up around 7% of the population (NCES, 2018). This is not accidental, it’s systemic. 

I know there will be some who will read this and say “Wait a minute. What are you talking about? You made it, didn’t you? You even moved up the ladder to be principal at 3 different schools.”

To that I’d say:

  1. Think about what you just thought. Because I “made it” doesn’t negate the fact that Black male educators still only make up roughly 2% of the teacher population. 
  2. A systemic issue does not magically disappear because an individual may have achieved a certain level of success. The individual likely only did so by navigating the system with the help of those 2% who found their way in.
  3. Read part of my journey outlined below to catch a glimpse as to how this systemic underrepresentation manifests itself and who, in my story, helped me break into that 2%

Becoming Coach Whit

In the summer of 2005 I set out on my search for a place to begin what I considered to be my dream job at the time – a high school teacher and basketball coach. When I tell you I applied all over the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex (TX) trying to find a job I mean ALL OVER THE DFW. 

The few opportunities I got to interview in districts in Northeast Tarrant County were unsuccessful. On one particular occasion I interviewed for a position as a middle school teacher/coach at a school just miles from where my wife and I had settled down in a little apartment in North Richland Hills. As I arrived at the school, the principal, an older White gentleman, greeted me and walked me over to his office. Things seemed to be going pretty good throughout the interview. It was very much conversational.

However, things would turn quickly. As we neared the end of our conversation the principal sat up in his chair and rested his arms on the table. Then he struck a very serious tone. He began, “Now James, I just want you to be aware of something. You’ve probably seen the demographics of this school – it’s predominantly White, right? I just want to let you know that, should you be the selected candidate, it’s ok…the guy you’d be replacing was a colored fella, as well. And he didn’t have any problems.”

I sat in my chair, absolutely astonished. I thought:

In the Year of Our Lord, 2005, did this man just call me a “colored fella”? 

Am I being punked right now? 

What on earth is going on? 

There is no way in the world this man is hiring me – and I honestly don’t know if I want to work for him.

And then he quickly switched gears to talk about the process moving forward. I asked a few questions at the end of the interview, then left. I never heard back from this principal. As was the case in the few other interviews I had in the area, which so happened to be with White principals. 

The most common theme of the denial responses was ”not the right fit”. One of those principals who gave me that as his rationale back in 2005 is now the superintendent of a school district in NE Tarrant County who’s district has a whole NBC podcast dedicated to them, highlighting their mishandling of reports of discrimination. I only wish I had the courage to ask for a bit of clarification about that “fit” back then. But, as fate would have it, Black men would be the people who took the first chance on me stepping into the career I’d always dreamed about. 

James Johnson

With my brand new teaching credentials in hand, I found myself as a pest control technician for a local company. My search for a teaching/coaching position continued. My little brother was going to be moving in with us to begin his sophomore year of high school and I thought back to what my father always used to tell me – “take what you get til’ you get what you want.” I definitely didn’t want to be spraying for bugs and, in no way am I discounting that work that people do – it just wasn’t what I’d busted my tail through college to do. I wanted to be a Social Studies teacher and basketball coach.

As luck would have it, I reconnected with one of my high school basketball coaches, James Johnson in the summer of 2005. Coach Johnson was one of the few Black men I ever had the chance to encounter throughout my entire k-12 school experience (there were a total of 4). Not only was he my coach, pushing me towards greatness on the court, he set an example as a father and husband. He held me accountable in the classroom and instilled confidence in my ability to lead. What Coach Johnson did for me and so many of my classmates furthered the  passion that lied within me to pursue education as a career. I wanted to do for kids what he and so many had done for me.

When we reconnected he was the Head Boys Basketball Coach in Rockdale, TX and was in need of an assistant coach. With prospects drying out here in North Texas I went down to visit Coach and interview with the Athletic Director. Rockdale is a sleepy town of roughly 5,000 people, a little bigger than the small towns in Central Texas that both my mother and father’s sides of the family were from. 

I remember driving around town before the interview, which took me all of about 15 minutes. As I drove I reflected on what this would mean if I accepted a role in Rockdale:

My wife, Kerrie’s, business was just beginning to boom as she’d finished school and she’d be unable to relocate.

I’d be leaving my wife, kids, and brother in North Texas as I started my career and I’d commute back and forth when I could.

I’d be coaching everything under the sun at this small school, so being able to get back home with any regularity would be extremely difficult.

All that said, I would be making a significantly larger amount of money than I would spraying for bugs.

With Kerrie, the kids, and my brother on board, we were going to make that sacrifice, should the opportunity come.

I met Coach Johnson in the gym at Rockdale High School for a tour of the campus. Reuniting with him in such a way was so surreal – a true full circle moment. He was as I remembered – calm, collected, assuring, and full of faith in me. I was his guy. 

We went to visit with the AD and, in a matter of about an hour, it was a done deal. I’d been offered the role as a teacher/coach at Rockdale High School. I drove back that afternoon, conflicted over the decision. I knew my family was supportive, but the thought of being away from them for extended periods of time made me sick to my stomach. Literally, I stopped along the access road of I-35 on several occasions to release my anxieties.

Nonetheless, it didn’t do unnoticed that the first person to put their neck out for me was a Black man. I reflected on all my experiences up to that point in my search, all the “colored fellas” and “not the right fit”. Eventually, I came to rest in the fact that it is what it is. I decided to be grateful for the opportunity that was presented rather than sitting in the bitterness of those denials. I went back to spraying for bugs and prepared for the day that would soon come – my journey to Rockdale, TX.

Richard Bacon

In the spring of 2005 it was decided that my little brother, Michael, would come to live with us. My Grandmother had done an amazing job filling in the gaps for us when our mother passed in January of 1997. She’d been through so much since she retired in the late 80’s, losing my grandfather and her baby girl. While Mike was an A-Honor Roll student and amazing young man, it was just time. Additionally, Mike wanted to play basketball/baseball in a larger city and North Richland Hills was much larger than Itasca. 

The school he would attend was Richland High. As I began my research, I saw that the Head Coach was Richard Bacon.  He was a legend in Texas High School Basketball, having won two state championships with perennial powerhouse, Dallas Lincoln. I wanted to meet this guy I’d heard so much about in basketball circles. Additionally, I wanted to know the man who would coach my baby brother, so I reached out and connected.

His response was swift and I took a day off to go and meet him at Richland High School. As I pulled up, Coach Bacon stood outside the gym waving me over. I walked up and was immediately embraced in what most know of as the “bro hug”, then we walked upstairs to his office. We sat and talked for what seemed like hours about basketball, life, and the area, which I was relatively new to at the time.

As our time was drawing to a close he asked me “so what is it that you do?”

I responded “well, I want to do what you do – make a positive impact in the lives of young men.”

I went on to share my struggles to find a role in the area and the opportunity I’d been offered. He listened intently and validated what I’d been feeling throughout the journey. He encouraged me to keep my head up, continue looking, and let me know he’d keep an eye out for opportunities in his network and let me know if anything came up. After another “bro hug” I left Richland High School feeling a bit more at ease about my circumstances. 

Having the opportunity to speak to someone who understood what I was up against – someone who wasn’t dismissive of what I was feeling – left me feeling hopeful about however my story would unfold. If nothing else, I’d met a wonderful mentor in Coach Bacon. 

I put my head down and continued my role as a pest control technician. If you know, you know. It isn’t the most fun job, but I was doing what I had to do to help pay the bills. But there are always those days in any role where you just feel done. Whether it be the work, itself, or the people you’ve interacted with throughout the day – you’re just DONE. 

This was one of those days. It was mid-July. It was hot. And I was done. After a long day, I pulled my company truck into our spot at our apartment complex. I shifted into park, and just sat there, staring straight out the windshield. Before my mind could begin to drift, my cell phone started ringing.

I grabbed it and looked at the number. I could tell the number had to be from a school district. Those of you who have been in this school job hunt situation know what I’m talking about. Those numbers just scream “ANSWER ME”. I didn’t know who it was but I was definitely about to take this call.

I answered, “Hello, this is James.”

The voice on the other end of the line said, “Yes, is this Coach Whitfield?”

Pleased to hear the “Coach” in front of my last name I responded “yes, this is he.”

The caller went on “Well, Coach Whitfield, this is Coach Bacon at Richland High School. I just had an assistant coach accept a head coaching role at another school and have an opening. Didn’t you say your certification is Social Studies Composite?”

Trying my best to hold back my excitement I responded, “Yes sir, Social Studies Composite.”

Coach Bacon then said, “Good, that’s what I thought. I have a role for you at Richland High School if you’re still looking.”

After all the hell I’d been through I was having a hard time believing what I was hearing.

I replied, “Yes sir! I’m definitely interested. When do you need me to come in for an interview?”

The next words he uttered I’ve carried in my heart since, “Coach, you interviewed the day I met you.” A great reminder that first impressions are so very critical.

Impact

And, just like that, the whole trajectory of my life changed. I called Coach Johnson and let him know how my circumstances had changed. Those in hiring positions know how much this call can rain on your parade. But Coach Johnson was who I’d come to know him to be – that guy that always spoke life into me. He congratulated me and expressed how happy he was for what this would mean for my family. 

I let him know just how much I appreciated him taking a chance on me. We vowed to remain connected as our journeys continued to unfold. 

Over the next seven years I was able to do that which I’d sought out to do, teach and coach. As it turned out, after our first year in 05-06, we’d go on to win numerous district championships, play in prestigious tournaments, and make it to the state playoffs year after year. I was able to teach so many wonderful young people and work with amazing colleagues throughout the course of my time at Richland High School. None of which would’ve happened without Richard Bacon, a Black man, taking a chance on another Black man and speaking life and power into him.

I’m a better educator, man, and leader because of these two phenomenal Black men! They represented possibilities for me in a world that had largely dismissed me as “not the right fit”. They saw me, heard me, empowered me, and encouraged me. Ultimately, their mere presence, at various points in my life, helped push me defy the statistics. 

All students deserve a Coach Bacon and Coach Johnson, yet they make up less than 2% of the teaching population. Along my journey I’m consistently see the systemic barriers along the way that deny students access to such educators. We must address this disparity to ensure all students have access to diverse and talented educators to help them reach their full potential. This requires investments in teacher training and support, as well as intentional outreach and recruitment efforts to attract and retain Black male teachers.

To all the Richard Bacons and James Johnsons out there – I hope you know your value and worth. We love and appreciate you. I hope you know we see you for the great impact you make in the lives of our youth. We hear you. We see you.  Thanks for giving me a chance to give as you have. I carry your strength, resilience, and love with me as I try to make a difference for kids.

Impact Educator of the Week

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There are certain people who, the moment you’re in their presence, you feel the most pure joy. They exude a positive aura that is simply contagious.

I’d like you to meet Mrs. Robinson.

As we approach a full year since we transferred Landon to our neighborhood school, I wanted to take a minute to highlight just how much of a difference one can make.

As many of you may remember, this time last year was tough – very tough. The normal we’d known was gone. Our days looked very different. Landon has always been my little sidekick, but during this tim he clung to my side even tighter. While he didn’t know the extent of what was happening, he knew something wasn’t quite right. But we pressed on.

As we transitioned to his new school, I’d walk with him each morning – one of the silver linings of the moment. Every morning, at the crosswalk to enter school, there stood a woman with an energy that was off the charts. She knew every kid’s name. She offered a hi-five or a fist bump to each student and shared how happy she was to see them each morning. Rain or shine, she was there. I remember thinking ‘surely she’s not this happy every morning’ – she’d prove me wrong. She was. Pure joy and positive energy every morning. Consistent and persistent with the joy!

Now, if you know Landon, you know he’s a pretty reserved little guy…until you really get to know him. Initially, he seems quiet and shy, but once he lets you in, you see the funny, silly, bright, and lovable little dude he is.

We started this school right after Thanksgiving break of 2021. Despite my numerous pleads with Landon, he’d merely walk right by Mrs. Robinson most days, giving her a head nod, at most. I’d give Mrs. Robinson a look that signaled ’I promise he’s not rude’. She’d just smile and say “it’s okay. I’ll get to him.” And she persisted. Every single day. Her love and joy for Landon and every single kid, no matter their response, was evident each morning.

Fast forward to early in the spring of the 21-22 school year. Landon, without a prompt from me, walks up and gives Mrs. Robinson the biggest hi-five followed by a “Good morning, Mrs. Robinson!” I was shocked. After responding, “Good morning, Landon! Have a wonderful day!”, Mrs. Robinson simply looked over my way and winked as she held her post in the middle of the drive. I told her “thank you for not giving up on him.” To which she responded, “oh, I never give up. I always get em”, with the biggest smile on her face. I walked back home, heart full, knowing someone like her was there for my little guy each day.

Persistence. Consistency. Refusing to allow a single kid to fall through the cracks. Ensuring my kid, and every single kid, feels visible before they even enter the building each day.

To every Mrs. Robinson out there – THANK YOU! Thank you for your willingness to spread joy. Thank you for your consistency and unwavering commitment to ensuring all students feel like school is a safe and welcoming place. Your presence is greater than any program can offer. There’s no way to truly quantify the impact you’ve made in countless young people’s lives. Thank you for being you!

If you’ve encountered a Mrs. Robinson in your school experience or with your own student, I’d love to hear about them. Drop them some love in the comments. And, if nothing else, please be sure to reach out and let them know the extent of your love and gratitude for their presence in your life.

Thank you, Mrs. Robinson! We love you!

Mrs. Robinson