Limiting instruction on Black history limits the future for us all

By Kelly Harris

In the days surrounding the release of the Tyre Nichols video, I found myself listening to Nina Simone when her cover of “Strange Fruit” came on. I’ve heard this song, about lynching, a million times. It never feels good, but that day it hit me differently. Perhaps because only an hour before that, I was discussing with my teenage son the many reasons he should not watch the video of Tyre Nichols’ murder. And yet, as I listened to Nina mourn the “strange and bitter crop” of “Black bodies swinging in the breeze . . .