Teaching while Black

Jason Fahie on being a Black male teacher in Howard County.

Jason Fahie is a physical education teacher at Harper’s Choice Middle School in Howard County. (Photo © Stephen Cherry)

When I moved to Maryland 11 years ago, I was the only Black male teacher in my building. I had to learn to navigate a new environment while, once again, being an ambassador for my commu­nity. I can remember sitting in the teachers’ lounge and not having much in common with my colleagues who were primarily young White women. To better assimilate, I began watching shows like “The Office” to have a con­nection with my co-workers. I enjoyed watching the show, but it reminded me of being in middle school where to fit in I watched “Friends” and listened to Alanis Morissette.

Being a Black male in education means you have to be a master at code switching throughout your entire day. The conversations I have with other Black educators in my building are usually very different from the ones I have with the rest of my colleagues. When I am one of — or the only — Black person in the room, I carry myself differently than when I’m in the company of Black educators. Code switching shouldn’t need to exist but it seems that Black culture is only accept­able when others are profiting from it.

As a Black man, I know I will al­ways be judged by my appearance first. It starts with my hair. I get my hair cut every week for many reasons. First, I like to look good. Second, I want to be a role model for my students, especially my young Black men. Third, I realize that as one of the few Black male educators my students — and some of my colleagues — will ever encounter, I represent more than just me.

Just my choice of clothes can be challenging. I wear an earring on most days, but it took me a while to wear it to work because I didn’t want to be viewed as unprofessional. I like to wear hoodies, but I know that as a Black man, wearing a hoodie can be viewed as a threat, so when I do, I’m sure to remove my hood when entering Dunkin for coffee and always when entering my worksite. I take a few looks in the mirror every morning just to confirm that I look trustworthy and non-threatening. I’m sure to hold doors for people because that’s what my father taught me to do, but I also know I’m helping to break down stereotypes one interaction at a time.

In sharing with fellow Black educators, I’ve realized that we care about our students more than our other colleagues. I don’t want to say that my colleagues are biased or racist; I just know that Black educators hold our Black students to higher standards and give them more strikes than our White counterparts. It’s just how our community works.

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There are many things that happen in a school setting that I have to be mindful of how I respond to. I never want to be viewed as the angry Black man. I tend to keep a lot of my frus­trations to myself or share with a very small circle of colleagues. The stress that comes from the daily highs and lows of teaching, in addition to being a Black male in a primarily White institution, can be overwhelming at times. This stress carries over to my personal relationships and affects the way I parent my own child.

I know very few Black male teach­ers, but one thing I know is that we share a special brand of stress. We are educators because of a higher calling and passion for making an impact in our communities, but that stress is leading too many of us to consider other careers.