Working out the stuff and a highly narrow social studies teacher

This was playing on my windows media player as I was typing my frustrated thought into my status message this morning.  In the event I change it...and I do, often, I'll retype it here.

Elisa is: amazed at the ignorance of a white female social studies teacher and her narrow view of things associated with the harlem renaissance, which she is grading when she has inaccurate racist white accounts only.  Breathing in and..........

I held back a LOT in that status message.  Primarily due to space.  I was also thinking that I did not want to look like a jerk having a rant.  But, I am(or was when I wrote it).  I rose to meet her ignorance with a brick wall of my own.  I dislike having to bend and alter myself when confronted with oppression.  It somehow seems wrong that the one oppressed must also be one who can see inner reactions and behavior and do the right thing.  The right thing being to communicate well.  Doing this seems to give or to show an oppressor that they have won or are correct.  Doing the right thing seems to appear as an act of submission.  This is far from the truth.  I'm thinking that perhaps this perception of the opressor many times is what truly angers me.  I think I wish I could grow beyond this anger.  Though as I type I think that if I grow beyond it, I have given in.  Though something inside says otherwise.  I want my thoughts and massive efforts to be seen and to have counted for something.  I want to be acknowledged.  I want the abuser and oppressor to speak of their wrong action and to amend it darn them all!!  If that is childish, well, then it is. 

In the reverse, have I become the oppressor myself when another expresses their own understandings and thinkings and I wish to skewer them with how insensitive, stupid, hurtful and ignorant those expressed parts of them are? 

So, listen to the video again and see how you feel after!  Spins and dances and hugs myself to soothe whatever might be ruffled so that I might do the same for that teacher and everyone else like her and like me!

Good day...happy thinking!