Page 22 of I Can’t Even Think Straight

Thursday: Open Forum—Lunchtime—Mr. Ndour’s Classroom

“This is an open forum,” says Ms. Sarpong,

her hands wide like she wants to hug us all.

“How does race affect you

inside and outside school?”

“I don’t know, miss,” says Abdi skeptically.

“This feels like another detention to me.”

“Yeah, man!” “Exactly!” say Sam and Kwesi.

Mr. Ndour’s nostrils flare

as he struggles to contain his anger.

“The note I put on the system

for your form tutors

said this was voluntary.

If you don’t want to be here, Abdi,

you’re free to leave.

That goes for all of you.”

“Relax, sir,” says Nathan boldly.

The rest of The Boys snicker,

while Matt and I groan.

“All right, Nathan. Watch your tone.”

Ms. Sarpong takes back control.

“Mr. Ndour is right to make it clear

that you don’t have to be here.

Mr. Ndour and I have both given up

our lunchtime to facilitate this space

for you to share your concerns.

I thought I was clear last week

that this would be entirely voluntary,

but I can only apologize

if there’s been a miscommunication

or misunderstanding.”

“You were clear, miss.” I speak up

in Ms. Sarpong’s defense.

“Thank you, Kai,” she says.

“That’s reassuring to hear.”

It hadn’t even occurred to me before this

that adults might need reassurance from us.

Ms. Sarpong is clearly trying her best,

but I don’t know if The Boys or Mr. Ndour

are ready to have this conversation.