This post was not on our regularly scheduled program of topics. However, over the past couple of weeks, I’ve felt a pull deep down in my spirit to acknowledge my village (and when the Spirit moves, well…). It could be because I’m hitting that mid-semester wall and could really use the comfort of my bestie, a 1705 couch, and a glass of moscato (or chocolate wine). It might be that I spent time with my mom this weekend and she really helped put some things in perspective for me. Or it could be the fact that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all of the things that are dangers to Black folks in America and how quickly I could lose any one of the people closest to me because of that. Whatever the case may be, I’ve felt compelled. So here it goes.
Most days I walk around academic spaces feeling like I'm wearing a mask. I’m not referring to my head wraps, my fro, or t-shirts I wear that display my pride in being Black (although I’ve been asked if those are costumes). I’m not even referring to the professional wear I don myself in when formally presenting (even though this feels much more like a costume than anything else I wear). Nope. I’m talking about the way in which I code switch each and every time I walk into an academic setting.
As an academic and person who genuinely cares about the research she does and the people it effects, there is nothing more infuriating than when a professor attempts to invalidate my research because of his or her ignorance and/or discomfort with the issues I choose to discuss.
There have been numerous incidents that I’ve sat in classrooms and stated my research interests (which center around all things Black kids and equity in k-12 education) and have then either watched the professor's face deflate or listened to them try to explain why that interest would be particularly challenging to pursue. -_-
My very first doctoral class will begin in exactly 17 days, 22 hours, and 42 minutes from when I am writing this.
By the time I walk through the doors of that class, I will have gone through all of the following motions:
Blackademia the blog
Two Black women navigating the world of academia. Read about how Tiffany & Autumn discuss (and bring levity to) issues of education (both secondary and higher) in America. .