I am posting this here, because I know Bill would want me to. True, it's been a decade since he's died, but I still know his heart. We owe this post to every incredible student who allowed us the privilege of being their teacher. Silence is complicity, and education is an active voice. I've seen a lot of well-meaning white and non-Black people preaching truths a breath too early, calling light to their experiences in hate and struggle, begging for peace, supporting the "good" among the "bad apples" and decrying financial and structural loss. To them, I must say: Please, do, check your privilege. Privilege is a difficult term because it's supposed to be spoken in the context of empathy but, instead, its connotations lead us toward defense of the personal experience. Privilege, in this context, has NEVER meant that a person has not faced anti-privilege in another; it simply means that there are social constructs in place that permit a particular group--in this case "White People"--to