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On Saturday, February 18, 2012, the Frederick Douglass Foundation of New York presented the first Spirit of Freedom award to Jada Williams, a 13-year old city of Rochester student.  Miss Williams wrote an essay on her impressions of Frederick Douglassâ first autobiography the Narrative of the Life.  This was part of an essay contest, but her essay was never entered.  It offended her teachers so much that, after harassment from teachers and school administrators at School #3, Miss Williams was forced to leave the school.
We at the Frederick Douglass Foundation honored her because her essay actually demonstrates that she understood the autobiography, even though it might seem a bit esoteric to most 13-year olds.  In her essay, she quotes part of the scene where Douglassâ slave master catches his wife teaching then slave Frederick to read.  During a speech about how he would be useless as a slave if he were able to read, Mr. Auld, the slave master, castigated his wife.Miss Williams quoted Douglass quoting Mr. Auld:  âIf you teach that nigger (speaking of myself) how to read, there will be no keeping him. It will forever unfit him to be a slave. He would at once become unmanageable, and of no value to his master.â
Miss Williams personalized this to her own situation.  She reflected on how the âwhite teachersâ do not have enough control of the classroom to successfully teach the minority students in Rochester.  While she herself is more literate than most, due to her own perseverance and diligence, she sees the fact that so many of the other âso-called âunteachableââ students arenât learning to read as a form of modern-day slavery.  Their illiteracy holds them back in society.
Her call to action was then in her summary: âA grand price was paid in order for us to be where we are today; but in my mind we should be a lot further, so again I encourage the white teachers to instruct and I encourage my people to not just be a student, but become a learner.â
This offended her English teacher so much that the teacher copied the essay for other teachers and for the Principal. After that, Miss Williamsâ mother and father started receiving phone calls from numerous teachers, all claiming that their daughter is âangry.â  Miss Williams, mostly a straight-A student, started receiving very low grades, and she was kicked out of class for laughing and threatened with in-school suspension.
There were several meetings with teachers and administrators, but all failed to answer Miss Williamsâ motherâs questions. The teachers refused to show her the tests and work that she had supposedly performed so poorly on.  Instead, the teachers and administrators branded her a problem.
Unable to take anymore of the persecution, they pulled her from School #3.  Wanting to try another school, they were quickly informed that that school was filled and told to try âthis school.â  During her first day at this new school, she witnessed four fights, and other students asked her if she was put here because she fights too much.
Long story short, they took an exceptional student, with the radical idea that kids should learn to read, and put her in a school of throwaway students who are even more unmanageable than the average student in her previous school.  To protect their daughter, her parents have had to remove her from school, and her mother has had to quit her job so she can take care of Miss Williams.
To date, the administrators of School #3 have refused to release her records, even though she no longer attends the school, and they have repeatedly given her mother the run around.  We at the Frederick Douglass Foundation have contacted school administrators in regards to this situation and have also been told to hit the pavement.
Thatâs what we intend to do.  If this school will sacrifice the welfare of an above-average student whose essay, that they asked her to write, they find offensive, we intend to make everyone aware of this monstrous injustice.  The school has a job, and it is not doing it.  We would like as many folks as possible to call the Principal of School #3 and complain about this injustice.  Her name is Miss Connie Wehner, and she can be reached at (585) 454-3525.  This treatment of Jada Williams cannot stand.
See Video of Jada reading her Essay Here
Read Related Blog posts Here, Here and Here
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on day five of sobriety my anxiety or bipolar or whatever the fuck it is disorder practically killed me.. i couldn’t get outta bed, i was breathless, i had the worst heart palpitations of life.. my mind was so busy i would have moments of disorientation.. i can’t live like this.. if God wasn’t my strength today death would have been a sweet escape.
i am trapped on my mind. for as long as i can remember, i’ve always been different. i’ve always been the social butterfly that keeps her cocoon nearby. sometimes i want to be the life of the party, other times i just want to lay in the dark where no one can find me… and sometimes i worry and obsess about things intangible, beyond my control or imaginary. all the while, i just brushed it off until things became a bit different this past december. my worries got a bit stronger.. i wanted to be alone a little more.. or be a little wore wild while being the life of the party.. everything became so
extreme but i shrugged it off to being bored during the holiday break from school. then things became a little worse once i returned to school.. worry, panic, fear and obsession took over. soon, the panic became so obnoxious that the little butterfly crawled into her cocoon and would refuse to come out as often.. she sat in her cocoon and would try to find ways to escape the panic, fear and obsession. no longer did she blow to free her mind but to escape it.. she would float just to escape a beautiful mind that had trapped her in a deep dark corner. unfortunately, this plan wasn’t as efficient as she thought.. and she finally broke down and sought help. i am the butterfly who is trapped within her mind. i have either anxiety or bipolar disorder. due to self medicating, i have allowed my anxiety etc. to sneaky intensify so much that it’s a battle to get out of the bed everyday. everything is lackluster. i don’t sleep. i’m barely conscious of when i’m awake. however, i won’t allow this to take over my life. i’m currently 3 days sober so that my highs and lows can be properly gauged. i practice biofeedback methods in order to sleep a little more or better. i try to be a little more social so my focus is elsewhere but please understand i’m nowhere near where i should be.. i don’t fully know not understand what’s going on with me. i’m nowhere close to being accepting of my condition. i feel slight shame from having a “mental disorder”. i feel unattractive.. but this is only the beginning of my story. i see a great light ahead and one day i’ll flutter within it. love, butterfly.

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