In my first book, "Hi! My Name is Loco and I am a Racist," I spent an entire chapter discussing my initial schooling and the reasons behind my mother deciding that my primary education would be Afro-centric. To summarize, she believed the exclusively Euro-centric indoctrination that black minds are subjected to in American public schools was tantamount to brainwashing.

Its purpose, she'd assert then as now, was to colonize young black minds, undermine the development of healthy self-esteem, impair cultural awareness and hinder black ability to perceive ourselves in a global historical context. The result: gentrified souls, groomed to embrace white supremacy as a given, as the natural order, often without even being aware of it.

The school I attended made heroic efforts to counteract this. I never even saw a white teacher until I was forced to finally attend public school in my mid-teens. By then, though, having been exposed for eight years to under-taught truths about the ruination of African civilizations, and the sanitization of the history about the birth of our nation — truths that didn't make it anywhere near the NYC public school curriculum — I took every smidgen of propaganda coming out of these teacher's mouths, or leaping off the pages of their sanctioned textbooks, with profound skepticism.