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The Greatest Difference Between Now And 1964, When I Began Teaching, Is That Public Policy Has Pretty Much Eradicated The Dream Of Martin Luther King.

An Awful Lot Of People Come To College With This Strange Idea That There's No Longer Segregation In America's Schools, That Our Schools Are Basically Equal; Neither Of These Things Is True.

Like Grain In A Time Of Famine, The Immense Resources Which The Nation Does In Fact Possess Go Not To The Child In The Greatest Need But To The Children Of The Highest Bidder-the Child Of Parents Who, More Frequently Than Not, Have Also Enjoyed The Same Abundance When They Were Schoolchildren.

When I Was Teaching In The 1960s In Boston, There Was A Great Deal Of Hope In The Air. Martin Luther King Jr. Was Alive, Malcolm X Was Alive; Great, Great Leaders Were Emerging From The Southern Freedom Movement.

At That Time, I Had Recently Finished A Book Called Amazing Grace, Which Many People Tell Me Is A Very Painful Book To Read. Well, If It Was Painful To Read, It Was Also Painful To Write. I Had Pains In My Chest For Two Years While I Was Writing That Book.