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“Collaboration is generally the least valued and most haphazardly executed aspect of teachers' pedagogy, and some entire schools are being built around individualization and specialization. When we then ask students to, in effect, be their brother's keeper, many understandably have no idea what comes next. And this is where we, as teachers, must have more to offer than a day-one 'abracadabra!”

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Book:Not Light, but Fire: How to Lead Meaningful Race Conversations in the Classroom
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