What do you do when the police shoot a black man (former student of district) in the back as he is fleeing and that black man is related to your past and present students? Yes, it was gang related. (Duh, there are endemic gang problems.) What do you do when your administration says don't say a word, no recess, no taking kids out of the building, lock down? I didn't say a word like a good dog. My heart was breaking for all the kids in my class who came in sad and distraught. They knew what happened because it happened in their neighborhood. They knew because they ride the bus together from that part of town. (Isn't it nice to have segregation in 2006?) I was snapping at the kids because I was so appalled and stymied. Thank goodness I gave tests most of the morning. Why couldn't I express my grief and fear? Why couldn't they ask questions? It was a HUGE teachable moment. Whatever happened to counseling? I guess denial is wonderful thing. I'm sure on Monday it will be like nothing ever happened until next time. What race problems in our community? What drug and gang problems in our community? What about the escalating violence at the highschool? Now a new generation has learned not to trust and support the police. Was that the lesson objective?