Some Black School Leaders Didn't Care About Their Students In The 1950s

I went to a non-white elementary school in the 50's in Key West Florida, and all white hired from the states teachers and administrators in the 60's on Guam.
I'll leave it at that, we live now at this moment, not back when things were so deferent, and I'll keep the hatchet buried.
Amen!

1.) When did segregation end in Milwaukee?

The federal government was made aware of the situation in Milwaukee and ordered the city to desegregate the schools in 1976. There was a major difference in the minority populations of schools when comparing rural schools to city schools.

SOURCE : https://historyengine.richmond.edu/episodes/view/6504



2.) What caused segregation in Milwaukee?

“White flight”, the decline of manufacturing, and gentrification further contributed to racial and ethnic segregation in Milwaukee. This paper will track the residential history of four distinct Milwaukee neighborhoods: The South Side, Bronzeville (on the North Side), Riverwest and the Third Ward (both downtown).”

SOURCE : https://minds.wisconsin.edu/bitstream/handle/1793/78997/Paulson%20Wierschke%20Kim.pdf?sequence=1&isAllowed=y



3.) Race and Education: The Integration of Milwaukee Public Schools, 1960s-1980s

SOURCE : https://www.marquette.edu/cgi-bin/cuap/db.cgi?uid=default&ID=4914&view=Search&mh=1

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I was very fortunate to have grown up in London and attended schools there. That's not to say some racist attitudes didn't exist there (they did, but were isolated--in many ways the reverse proportion of what it was here in America). That notwithstanding, the majority of teachers and school boards were quite enlightened, and promulgated a thirst and a love for knowledge within all pupils' hearts and minds.
I only had one negative experience: when Anu Dudhia and I--the top two pupils in our year--were showing signs of sniffling and coughing (we both covered our mouths with handkerchiefs, but were nevertheless separated from the class by our teacher, Mrs. Bulwer, joining Anthony Perkins (who was Jamaican) in the far corner of the room. That, despite almost all of us in the class were similarly afflicted. But we three were ostracized by that woman.
As it turned out, one of our fellow pupils ran over to another teacher's class during a break and told her what happened. Later that morning, just as we we broke for lunch, Mr. Scotchmer, the school principal, drove over to the annex from the main school, and escorted Mrs. Bulwer out of the classroom, and drove back to the main school with her. That was the last anyone at South Norwood Junior School saw or heard from Mrs. Bulwer. We were given a short break, while they reassigned another teacher to take over.
And that was the first time our class got Mrs. Elizabeth Skuse, a short Welsh woman with bright blue eyes, carrying the persona of a strict disciplinarian, but in reality she ended up being the most impactful and wonderful teacher any of us had had in our few years of life! She played the piano, she sang, she taught us to dance, she involved us in history with wonderful anecdotes, she discussed wars and conflicts in world history with interesting backstories that sprung it all to life and engaged our hearts and minds in vivid imagery. She gave us each the priceless gift of knowledge, of writing, and of seeking to understand.

When I collapsed in class with a ruptured appendix in December of that year, Mrs. Skuse called for an ambulance, requested an immediate temporary replacement, then accompanied me to the hospital, holding my hand in the ambulance and waiting with me until my mum arrived from the city to be with me. I ended up in the hospital over Christmas--a total of three weeks--as I caught pneumonia while there, getting my daily penicillin shots in my right thigh.
Throughout, my mum and Mrs. Skuse were there, alternating the task of visiting me while I recuperated. And of course, Mrs. Skuse gave me homework, which I did, and she even played on the small piano in our ward, entertaining all of us kids with her marvelous singing and playing. And of course my ward mates loved her too!
She was a strict, but loving teacher, and we adored her! The very best teaching influence in my entire life! And her impact on my fellow pupils and me has been immeasurable, as it has been for the more than thousand kids Elizabeth R. Skuse taught over the course of several decades--during the German Blitz of London, when she looked after them when they were all sent off to Wales to safety (the backdrop of "The Railway Children"), and for decades after that.
When I flew home to London on leave from Madrid, Spain, my brother and I, who both had had her as our teacher (my brother for one year, and I for both 2nd and 4th form), paid a visit to the then-retired teacher we loved so much. She was living with her daughter's family, and was overjoyed to see us, and held my hand the whole time we were there. She was in her eighties, but those bright blues were still sparkling, and her voice as crisp and clear as ever. As I was leaving, she gave me a big hug and a peck on my cheek. I knew it was the last time I'd see her, and there were tears from both of us. But she knew she was loved by all her young charges, and she showed her pride in all of us. I will never forget her!