My father was a carpenter and built our family home with my brothers. He was a union man his whole life, attending the union meetings faithfully. Because he worked with his hands, he instilled in me a deep sense of respect for all people who use their bodies in such a way.
He taught me that the system was not fair and that I should not have “blind trust” for everything that the politicians (the ones with power) had to say because they were rarely in the trenches with the people. When I took my first anti-racism workshop, it expanded my understanding of class to include the impact of race. This new truth and clarity had me dedicate my life to undoing racism in this country.
I am blessed to have many teacher warriors in my life, and it all began with my dad, affectionately known as Mr. Bee. Happy Father’s Day!
—Sandy Bernabei, 61, Ardsley, New York