In 1955, Washington, D.C. schools began admitting Black and white students together—a slow, uncertain step toward integration. For children and families, desegregation meant new classrooms, new friendships, and new tensions in a divided city.
You walk into Barnard School on a January morning. The hallway smells like floor wax and chalk dust. Children in pressed clothes stand together at their desks—some faces familiar from the neighborhood, others new. A teacher watches carefully as students settle into rows. Nobody quite knows what comes next.
Reflect
What was your own school like? Who did you learn alongside, and who wasn't there?