"7 Year Old Girl Sent Home In Tears Because Her Natural Hair Is Against School Policy"
The Deborah Brown Community School’s policy against “faddish” hair — “such as dreadlocks, afros, mohawks” — led to a 7-year-old girl being sent home from school in tears. Tiana Parker’s father, Terrance Parker, told KOKI that he was forced to pull his daughter out of the Tulsa charter school after administrators hassled the family about her appearance. Parker, who’s a barber, said school officials at Deborah Brown told him that Tiana’s hair didn’t look presentable.
Tiana, a straight A student, wears a different school uniform now, but the same hair style, which looks perfectly fine according to her new school.
The school’s dress code states “hairstyles such as dreadlocks, afros, mohawks, and other faddish styles are unacceptable.”
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This pisses me off!!! Why the hell are dreadlocks and afros even considered “faddish hair”?!?!?!? A mohawk, I can understand, but you’re telling our girls that wearing their hair THE WAY IT GROWS OUT OF THEIR HEADS IS UNACCEPTABLE… I’m so done with this shit!! I hope her parents fight this, for real.
Notice how they banned primarily black hairstyles.
They banned all PoC hairstyles. Why? Because WHITE PEOPLE.
White people take our shit, turn it into fads and “fashion statements” - see dreadlocks and mohawks - and then ridicule the originators for sporting our own shit - see our ENTIRE FUCKING LIVES.
I hope this little girl’s parents sue the school into a hole in prehistoric Europe.
Yeah! FUCKING WHITE PEOPLE!!! How dare those white people in charge…
Look at that epic plot twist
Omg I’m dying this is so cute! This little girl recreates celebrity outfits with construction paper and tape!
That little girl is going places
Just because it sells doesn’t necessarily mean it’s good. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
I didn’t mention anything about quality, only sales figures.
This is fantastic. I love it. There are guys out there who are so threatened by the prospect of a female-led title doing well that when it does do well their response is “well it’s probably not any good.”
When people complain about the lack of representation in comics: “You can’t blame the companies, this is a capitalist society, they have to turn a profit, there’s just no market for titles with [insert neglected demographic here], probably because as everyone knows [demographic in question] doesn’t really buy comics, they’re not real fans.”
When people point out that representation does, in fact, sell: “Yeah, but these titles probably aren’t any good, it’s just a gimmick, [demographic] is only buying it because the character’s also [demographic], the companies are just throwing a bone to shut people up, no real fan would bother with that title, I through the creators had artistic integrity, this is really disappointing.”
I don’t care what anyone says, this was the best moment on TV ever.
OH MY GOD
omfg these guys
#can there be a sterek fic where they get called into the principle #’s office and when they go to demonstrate they end up not wanting to stop #and get jealous of the other’s partner grinding girl for the video #and end up touching all the time as a joke or something until they both realize the other was never joking
a bOY WAS TRYING TO SEXT ME LAST NIGHT WHEN I WAS ON PAIN MEDS OMG HELP
**bad language b careful b4 reading**
OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE
THEIR SLOGAN IS “STRONGER THAN GREASE”
AND I WAS LIKE OKAY YEAH MAKES SENSE FOR A DISH SOAP- WAIT
AJAX WAS A GREEK SOLDIER RENOWNED FOR HIS STRENGTH
AJAX IS STRONGER THAN ALL OF GREECE
someone who worked at ajax has literally waited 66 years for you to get this
Ajax the Greater waited godamned 5000 years to get that recognition.
"Stiles, you’re the one that always figures it out.”
Still some miles away, on the far side of the Westfold Vale, lay a green coomb, a great bay in the mountains, out of which a gorge opened in the hills. Men of that land called it Helm’s Deep, after a hero of old wars who had made his refuge there. Ever steeper and narrower it wound inward from the north under the shadow of the Thrihyrne, till the crow-haunted cliffs rose like mighty towers on either side, shutting out the light.
I’m familiar with feeling adrift and with being let down by a brother I loved.