Race doesn't figure into it. The kids who had to go through the two southern schools that I attended were victims. We were all victims. I know there are plenty of good schools in the south. My sister got married and settled down in Alabama and made damn sure her kids went to good schools there. Just not the ones I went to. I've been successful in life not because of my time there, but in spite of it.
As for Michael Brown, I saw the story and thought to myself, "There can be no rest, as long as a mother must fear for her child's life every time he leaves the house." More recently I also thought, "There can be no rest as long as a wife must fear for her husband's life every time he puts on his uniform to go out on patrol." I used to think that humanity could outgrow these problems, but my increasingly-cynical view is that the only way humanity's suffering will end is when humanity ends. I still hope humanity proves me wrong. I assume this is because I was also brought up on Disney, and Disney princesses always get their Prince Charming. The rest of us probably aren't getting diddly.
The difference in focus was apparent as soon as you walked into the building. The school in New York had posters for good colleges and educational awards on prominent display and had very little focus on sports. Despite this, they had a much better PE program -- they had an Olympic-sized swimming pool and offered elective options for cross-country skiing and archery, among other things.
The schools I attended in the South had larger, longer classes and were entirely focused on football. If your aptitude didn't fall into the range of something to do with football, they pretty much just wanted to waste your time until they could kick you out into the real world with a promising career as a gas station attendant to look forward to. You were either a future football player or a future football viewer. That's all they knew how to do.
What no one in any school ever told me was that I was the captain of my own fate. We all are. So if your school is bad and you don't want to grow up to be a gas station attendant, you'd better find some other way to learn the math and science that today's careers demand. The world isn't going to get any easier.
If only there were some sort of magical agency that knew how to deal with communications and could actually design a decent transfer format for these guys. I bet that very same agency might know why it would be important that the people who provide access to the Internet should not be allowed to constrain those channels based on who you decide to talk to.
The only people who call me at work are IT people in response to online tickets. Then I get an E-mail from the phone system that they called me and I have to look them up and send them an E-Mail politely reminding them that, as I explained in my ticket, IT doesn't seem to be capable of installing a phone at my desk and that they're better off emailing me. Not to mention the fact that all my voicemails go to a null number and the size of that mailbox will eventually crash the corporate phone system. I also sit in a location they are incapable of finding or accessing if they do actually find it. I mostly just submit tickets for the comedy value, once or twice a week. I'm over 40, so I suppose they were probably talking about me.