On a Teacher’s Teacher’s Lessons

Lucy Moten Elementary School was named after a Black woman. I didn’t know it when I attended, but subsequently I learned that the spirit of Dr. Lucy Ellen Moten permeated every grade level; her life lessons surrounded the building; and her story would reach across miles and decades.
Born of free parents in Virginia in 1851, Lucy Moten at age 35 accepted an appointment by Frederick Douglass to become principal of Miner Normal School in Washington, DC. That school eventually became Miner Teachers College and Moten, passionately dedicated, became a teacher’s teacher. She cared about the health of her students so much she decided to become a physician, earning a Medical degree from Howard University in 1897.
When she died in 1933, her story was legend. Florida A and M University, with a College of Education training teachers, named its campus elementary school in her honor. There student teachers practiced what they wanted to become and veteran educators with the highest credentials, taught—despite being barred by skin from schools in much of the rest of the world. It was an experiment in excellence that attracted giants.
Even though it’s been decades, I can still see their faces and call their names – preceded by “Miss” regardless of marital status: Fair, Seabrooks, Miles, Webber, Wright, Fields. Fierce women, bridge-builders, door-openers. They were my guides, my lights, my elementary school teachers who went beyond themselves for me. In addition, they were bookended by Black women who taught in kindergarten and junior high and senior high school. Their names remind me I can function in crisis.
They knew how because they had practice. For broken-windowed classrooms often without heat, they brought blankets. For sinks noticeably without soap, they found bars at home. For concepts too complex for words, they used makeshift resources. And they insisted on truth instead of lies. It had been Lucy Moten’s way and it became mine.
And so I learned… In kindergarten to do more with paper than make dolls; in first grade to conquer fear and dance a smile; in second grade to read beyond words; in third grade to sound my prayer in song; in fourth grade to wash my hands with patience; in fifth grade to stand up for what I know is right; in sixth grade to be the voice someone needs to hear; in seventh grade to play the game with love; in eighth grade to bring others with me; in ninth grade to write with art and conviction; in tenth grade to find the poems in life; in eleventh grade to imagine a world I want; and in twelfth grade to soar with eagle wings not clipped but borrowed. Nothing was impossible.
Most of those women are gone now, but I learned from them how to dig deep to uncover what is just; to take charge of chaos and create order; and to value the full spectrum of human life. Thank God the spirit of
Lucy Moten lives.
Judi Moore Latta, Ph.D.
Professor Emerita-- Howard University
Author of Beyond Roses—An Obligation to Speak: Finding Voice for Conversations and God Ain’t Sleep: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
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