The thing about being a little black girl in the world who is already, at nine years old, confident enough to demand that lazy, disrespectful reporters call you by your name, is that most people will not understand the amount of comfort in one’s own skin it takes to do that, will not be able to grasp the sheer fierceness of it, the boldness, the certainty, the love for yourself, and will not be blown away at seeing you do it, though they should be.
The thing about being a little black girl in the world is that your right to be a child, to be small and innocent and protected, will be ignored and you will be seen as a tiny adult, a tiny black adult, and as such will be susceptible to all the offenses that people two and three and four times your age are expected to endure.
But take heart.
A man’s chief loyalty must be to the woman who has joined her life to his; to the children who call him father; and to the business which feeds and clothes and houses them all. In my easy-going willingness to befriend the world at large, I was sacrificing my wife, my children, and my employer far more than I was sacrificing myself. As I look back, I marvel that my wife and the children should have borne with me as uncomplainingly as they did.
What was true of my family was true of the business as well. I thought I was being friendly to the customers of the house. As a matter of fact, I was too often being friendly to the customers at the expense of the house. It is a common fault in salesmen. They let a thousand trivial demands on the part of the men to whom they sell take their time and energy from the business of the men for whom they sell.
"What Google should have realized is that the important part about sharing content online is not who you share it with, but who you share it as. We all have various personalities. Mine might be my work personality, my photographer personality, my hometown-highschool personality, my video gamer personality. These interests are bigger than my small group of friends who also share these interests, but it’s really, really hard to express my various interests online without managing a bunch of distinct social networks. Our social tools need to allow us to share whatever we want, whenever we want, and not worry about pissing off our friends and followers."
I don’t really use Facebook, but when I do, it’s all about my private life and old friends. I never really talk about work, ideas or interests, it’s truly social, but in a strange, awkward, historic way… it’s like looking at a life I once lived or a path I didn’t take. For people I went to school with, it must be impossible to workout what I’m like now. In this way, I’m socially closed off… distant… standing in the corner, not talking to anyone, during a school reunion .
Twitter is more about ideas and interests, it’s my true place… (although I do go through moments of panic because I realise I’m a bit sweary and negative) – it represents me more as a professional. I think it gives a truer representation of how/who I am.
The looking glass was now a mirror; instead of reinventing us, the web simply provided more of us to the world, and more ways to take advantage of the world around us. We speak of Yelping and checking in on 4Square as if these were activities, when they are simply the day-to-day cataloguing of our lives—or, even worse, a grimly detached version of modern life in which we aspire to be ourselves. Mediation presents itself as a friendly tool when in fact it creates distance between us and the ordinary.
An excess of candor remains a problem—the digital equivalent of a nip-slip or drunken voicemail—yet these cases are more accidental than confessional. Secret identities and alternate lives have been ferreted out, turned into a professional liability. When they persist, they are (hopefully temporary) refuges created out of need—like the online homes made by teens who don’t fit in in their real-life homes. These internet lives are real life by proxy, not a shadowy, distorted version that is never intended to be realized.
Behold, The Boricua: Poverty Pimp Academics →
#people of Color
I have a love-hate relationship with academia, especially with people of color academics. On the one hand, we need our people in the academy so we could challenge its inherent ethnocentric discourses and hierarchies. We must challenge it not just for the sake of inclusivity, but to build radical…
Being a person of Color (especially from a working class background) can be a point of tension internally and externally when in the academy. There’s a particular emotion management and mental health component you must continuously monitor when you’re operating within the Ivory Tower. You must check in with yourself. You must stop for a minute between grading, writing, revising, etc. and ask “Am I ok?” If not, that’s the point to stop everything, take a break, and engage in self-care.
The Ivory Tower doesn’t value all cultural capital the same - meaning, the ways of knowing/ being, the values and norms, etc that have been passed down to us in our families and communities are not always understood in these spaces. They’re
never really not always legitimated.
What do you do when you value the culture of your community but it seems the academy values your community insofar as they receive a direct benefit from it through the factors already named in the original post?
There can be a daily task of codeswitching.
Codeswitching can be resistance.
Style of dress as resistance.
Assertion of accents, dialects, language in these spaces as resistance.
On an insider-outsider tight rope.
However, there have always been people of Color in Higher Education who valued activism and advocating for their communities: WEB DuBois, Pedro Albizu Campos, Kenneth & Mamie Clark, etc ….
It’s in the legacy of our ancestors and desire to create a more radical and inclusive system that we keep going…
The above is about negotiating academia as a person of colour, but the section I bolded could just as easily describe my working life in England.
it is never just a show
it is never just a book
it is never just a movie
it is never just a comic
The way we treat characters in media reflects the ideas we have about real people, and then our media goes on to enforce how we treat those real people.
I am all for enjoying the media I consume (and contrary to how it must look, I do enjoy a lot of media) but I am critical of everything I enjoy. No media exists in a vacuum. No media does not shadow the social system that constructed it.
"The reality is that despite the very real, the very necessary, and the very life-changing progress we have made in this country in treating people across the sexual orientation spectrum with dignity and respect, America—the world—is not fully represented by Chelsea in New York City. It’s not fully represented by DuPont Circle in Washington, D.C.; the Castro; or West Hollywood. Hell, it’s not even Ft. Lauderdale and its Wilton Manors or Denver’s Capital Hill neighborhood. America is, in large part, small towns like Oxnard, Calif. It’s Sevierville, Tenn. It’s Laramie, Wyo. And it’s Wichita, Kan., where I was eating recently at a local diner and a patron asked me, “Kathy, how do you deal with so many goddamned fags?"