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Nevertheless... She Persisted: My Blackness And My History Are My STRENGTH

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Nevertheless...She Persisted:
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Your fiery passion is your strength. Your anger is your strength.

As a black woman working in a senior level position in the post-secondary sector, I'm often approached by my younger sisters — women of color who, like me, seek the mentorship and encouragement of another black or brown woman who has "made it".

They seek a black or brown woman who can tell them the secrets of persistence and the secrets of resistance as they navigate systems like those which frame the educational sector more broadly and that were not built with our needs in mind.

It's important to note that on North American soil, people who look like me — whose ancestry is similar to my own — were not meant to exist in our school systems or our health care systems. 

While our elders were Queens of African Empires, their stories of enslavement have been transformed into slave narratives, as if it was the destiny of our Queens to be slaves.

This modification, this transmutation, or this mere mutation of the lived realities of our ancestors places the pain and turmoil of slavery within the souls of my ancestors, denying their plight as "necessary to their present circumstances" rather than indicative of the struggles against which they resist.

Nevertheless, they persisted.

When my young sisters find me, seeking mentorship and guidance from a black woman to a black woman, I'm often struck by how rapidly my thoughts drift to a single story — a moment in time that propelled me here. It was the day I was told that I was "not university material".

I wrote about it first a decade ago, in 2007, and was asked to re-publish my story once again in 2015. I hope you do not mind my sharing of this tale with you here today:

This is an excerpt from "Whiteness and Philosophy" in Revisiting The Great White North? , published by SensePublishers and edited by P.R. Carr and D.E. Lund:

It was 1998. A young student walked down the lonely halls of the university eager to collect the final piece for her graduate school application. Classes were out, and only a few stray students remained scattered across campus preparing for final exams.

She quickened her step, pushing a twist out of her eye to check the office numbers. She knocked on the door of room 223.

"Come in," a voice answered from inside the office.

"Can I help you?" the professor asked as she opened the door and walked into the small room.

She noted a distance in the professor’s tone but chalked it up to the pressures of marking final papers and exams as well as the mountain of reference letters that he probably needed to complete for his many students, including her. He was the Graduate Program Director in the department of philosophy, after all.

"Hi there," she began, "I just came by to grab the reference letters." She tried to sound as confident as possible but something wasn’t right.

"What?" he barked abruptly. "I’m not writing a letter for you!"

She was shocked and experienced the unfolding scene in devastating silence. It was as though she was living this event from a third-person perspective. It was all she could do from fainting.

He continued: "You aren’t university material, especially considering the schools you think you’ll be applying to! There will be no letter coming from me."

She tried to remain calm. She tried to keep cool. She prayed that the tears that began welling behind her eyelids would not come pouring forth, but she was unable to pretend that what she was experiencing was not affecting her.

"Sir, I don’t understand. You said you’d write the letters for me. My applications are due in a little over a week…"

He interrupted her, throwing a box of tissues across his desk. "Sit down," he commanded. In her shock she complied, not knowing what else to do. "Why do you want to go to graduate school anyway?" he demanded.

"I want to become a professor and teach philosophy at a university. How can I do that if I don’t apply for graduate school? I’m a straight A student and I haven’t gotten less than an A in any of the assignments in your classes. How much more do I need to do to be university material?" She was still having a difficult time processing his tone and the language he used with her.

"Look," he said, collecting the box of tissues he had thrown and putting it away. "You are just not university material. Just because you got into an undergraduate program does not mean you can successfully make it through a graduate program. You would not cut it here. If you still want to try and get into Graduate School you’ll have to consider a lesser university such as…"

She had stopped listening. A single question struggled to be voiced, but she had been taught not to consider circumstances such as these to be connected to her own black, female body. Such thoughts ran counter to the rigid vision of multiculturalism that she had been taught to accept since she was in elementary school. So she did the only thing that she knew how to do.

She collected her things. She thanked him for his time. She left the office, took a deep breath, and began making her way off campus, and out of the only intellectual embrace she had known in her entire university career: philosophy.

Nevertheless…I persisted.

Today I am the Director of Diversity and Equity at a Canadian university, and I'm often approached to share my insights on systemic discrimination at public speaking engagements. And from this space, I feel that I must juxtapose my story of "arrival" in the academy and beyond with a simple note of caution:

Today, we are living at a time when more and more tales of our pain are turned around and used in troubling ways. We are told that these negative experiences should be seen as "good", as "integral to our growth", as "integral to our stories of arrival", or a "sign of our resilience."

But I would not have to be resilient if the systemic change I sought was attained. Narratives of resilience, while moving and encouraging, also suggest that the world — the systems in which we live — will forever remain the same.

"But look at where you are now. Look at all that you have achieved in spite of your experiences of racism and sexism. Look at how you have persisted and resisted despite barriers for women, despite glass ceilings, sticky floors, and glass cliffs. Look at all that you have achieved in spite of your story."

Presented as encouragement, I cannot count the number of times that I've heard these words.

But can we truly call this encouraging? Is the pain born of my resilience as a black woman (and your hatred of the same) something that I must endure for the betterment of my "self", for the betterment of my "people"?

Nevertheless… she persisted.

I persisted and in my state of perpetual resistance, I wrote a letter to my daughters and my son to challenge this typical approach to encouragement and to replace it with something much more powerful  to challenge it with love:

Dear Sofia, Danica, and Jayden,

I was reading this morning about Audre Lorde, a black, queer, feminist, civil rights activist, and poet who died in 1992 but whose work makes me excited about my work. She was born in February, just like you Sofia, the day before Grandma’s birthday.

(Audre Lorde was born on Feb. 18, my mother on February 19th and my Grandmother on February 13th. Danica, your due date was February 29th — a leap year no less!).

February sure is a powerful month for the entrance of incredible black women on the world's stage, wouldn’t you say? 

This morning, I looked up Audre Lorde on Wikipedia. (Yes, I know as an "academic" this is not the best source, but as a mother I know what my kids are looking at when they do their preliminary research… so let’s just work with it!) 

The Wikipedia entry included a quote from Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches:

"Those of us who stand outside the circle of this society's definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference — those of us who are poor, who are lesbians, who are black, who are older — know that survival is not an academic skill.

It is learning how to take our differences and make them strengths. For the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change. And this fact is only threatening to those women who still define the master's house as their only source of support."

Her quote made me think about you, Sofia and Danica, because you are on the path of becoming the strong black women who, today and in the future, will join in the struggle to define and shape the source of support for women all over the world.

And I thought about you, baby Jayden, because you are on the path of becoming a strong black man who, like your father, can provide support and care for the women in your life.

Your blackness is your strength. Your history is your strength. Your fiery passion is your strength. Your anger is your strength. Your commitment to care is your strength. And your love for yourselves and for each other is your strength.

Audre Lorde taught me something else this morning. Do you want to hear what she said? She said, "Caring for myself is not self-indulgence. It is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare." 

I want you to remember today — the day that we are together to celebrate International Women’s Day — that your ability to recognize problems in the system is your strength.

I want you to know that your strength is necessary on this journey as we challenge those around us to do better. I want you to know that your courage alone to speak up in the face of social injustice is your strength and not your shame.

I want you to know that this fight for equality of women’s rights, is also our fight for the equality of black women’s rights and that no matter how many times you are told that a "partial win" on this front is still a win, that it's okay to say "no".

It's okay to say: "I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own." Because Audre Lorde laid the groundwork for your persistence before you, and, as your mommy, I am saying this too.

Mommy loves you.

And to the rest of us who are reading these words and celebrating our persistence as women in the world today and every day, I would like you to know that I see you, and I am grateful for every act of resistance that you create.

Dr. Laura Mae Lindo is an author, parenting coach, success coach and the Founder and Director of Dr. Lindo Productions Inc. Contact her today to learn more about parenting during times of change.

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