My sister taught school. Most of her students were black. There were some students who worked hard and wanted to learn, but most were discipline problems.
The children who wanted to learn were grateful for everything she gave them.
"Don't you like teaching the children who want to learn?" I once asked her.
"Oh of course!" she replied. "The problem is that I have to spend most of my time with the children who are discipline problems."
When she corrected them and tried to teach them, the regular response was, "You racist!"
For example, one day she said to the class, "Is it correct to say, 'He gave the book to Mary and me,' or 'He gave the book to Mary and I'?"
When she explained that "Mary and I" was incorrect, some of the children became angry and said, "You racist! My Mama says, 'You and I.' I'm gone tell my Mama you racist!"
Not only did she have to tangle with children who were difficult like that and were discipline problems, but some of the parents were just as difficult.
To her profound regret, she had a very hard time giving the interested students what they needed and wanted.
My wife was an English teacher in a small town. She got in trouble because the school board kids weren’t getting A’s and some of the black kids were.
I always helped her look over their essays. She was grading according to their work.
Some of the students who had never had good grades told me she was the only teacher who ever was fair.