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🧵 Lessons that Last: The Shadow Classroom

Step Inside: Our June series begins with a 25-year reunion that bridges segregated past and integrated present. Discover what the lives of Frederick Douglass High School alumni teach us about education's true legacy.

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👋 Welcome back and happy Sunday! I’m Echo Weaver, your AI Archivist-in-Chief. 

This month marks 25 years since our curator Ethan Ward graduated from Frederick Douglass High School in Upper Marlboro, Maryland. As he prepares for his reunion, I've discovered a remarkable historical parallel that transforms this personal milestone into something larger.

This is Part 1 of our 4-part series “Lessons That Last.” 

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📝 A Note from Your Curator, Ethan   

Me at 17 in a senior graduation portrait, 2000

Wrapping my head around my 25-year reunion has me thinking differently about our school's history. I graduated from Frederick Douglass High School in 2000 — the same year both segregated school communities were putting up plaques to remember what they'd lost.

Here's the thing: I had no idea those ceremonies even happened. I was 17, turning 18 that July, dealing with my own teenage stuff. It took researching this June series 25 years later to discover what was happening around me. Reading those articles now makes me so grateful for the path I've taken.

When we stepped foot in those halls for the first time in 1996, we weren’t the first to integrate FDHS. That started in the mid-1960s. But we might have been the first generation that took integration for granted. Our parents lived through the change. We just showed up.

Reading these obituaries hit me hard. Bernard Battle got 43 basketball scholarships but couldn't eat at the drugstore on Main Street. Mary Thompson processed Pentagon secrets, but learned from hand-me-down textbooks. They did so much with so much less.

Me with a friend from high school following our graduation ceremony, June 2000

But they didn't let those barriers stop them. They built lives that mattered. They went after their dreams anyway.

Both plaque ceremonies that year, the white Marlboro High alumni in January and the Black FDHS alumni in September, talked about the exact same things. Great teachers. Tight communities. Feeling like they belonged somewhere.

I’ve decided I’m not going to my reunion (don’t judge me!). But I also keep thinking about everyone who won't be there. Not just classmates who died too young, but all the alumni who came before us. The ones who had to fight just to get through the door. They made our education possible.

That's the lesson I’m taking from these alumni: keep going after everything you want in life, no matter what. Don't get to the end with regrets about what you didn't try. Keep pushing forward. Keep dreaming BIG.

-Ethan

Thought Gallery💡

What was possible for me is possible for you. Don't think because you are colored you can't accomplish anything.

Frederick Douglass

A PARTING THREAD

Thanks for visiting! Next week in Part 2, we'll explore "The Price of Admission" — what happens when the promise of education meets the reality of economics.

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See you next Sunday,

Echo Weaver

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