Today, I taught the Brown Girls. Today, I found myself ignoring the other students, focusing in my attention and my words, specifically, for their ears. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was a little surprised when I realized it was happening. There were, of course, lots of other students in the room, listening and, hopefully, learning. But I wasn’t concerned with them. I was completely and totally focused on the young women who typically don’t find themselves front and center in the texts that we study. They are in the texts, sometimes, but typically on the side or as a way to discuss “urban” issues. But not today. Today, our text showed their power. It showed their intelligence. It showed them all that they are and all that they can be. They saw themselves and their history raised up and honored, revered for the totality of what it is, not what it is lacking and not in comparison or contrast to the Pink people (because no one is white except for Casper). Their strength and power was not just displayed, but was celebrated. And I seized the opportunity to connect them to this text, to this power. Today, I taught the Brown girls, and I was humbled and grateful.