"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…
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