Showing posts with label academia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label academia. Show all posts
Thursday, May 29, 2014
The Paradox of Being a Low Income Black College Graduate
I graduated from college three weeks ago. (That's me in the picture!)
I know that I am experiencing a barrage of emotions and thoughts. I know that one of those feelings is annoyance.
I am annoyed by the two emerging hegemonic conceptions of college.
There's the idea that college is the great equalizer and the ticket for anybody (regardless of initial socioeconomic class or race) to have access to the middle class. Then there are those who argue that college is no longer worth the money and time and college graduates are in an awful position and would have been better off never going.
The fact is that neither of these positions are correct. At least not for college grads like myself.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Who Is THE Black Feminist? A Personal Reflection on bell hooks and Beyoncé

When I first heard about bell hooks calling Beyoncé a terrorist, I was confused.
I was knee deep in writing one of the seemingly million papers I had due during finals week (I think it's true that the last semester of college is the worst semester of college). I was only marginally using social media and in a very disengaged sort of way so I totally missed everything. And all I could say is: What? What are you talking about? I thought there was a mis-quote or a typo or something. But that was actually what was said.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Black Girl Bravado (Because There is No Patriarchalized Femininity For Us)

I sat listening to this lecture. Half listening, half feeling annoyed and trying to figure out why. It could have been the casual way that the presenter pretended to be intersectional by dropping the word "people of color" and saying, "This happens a lot to men of color too! In fact, I spoke to a group of Black male engineers once!"
I looked around the room. There were only two other Black women and no Black men. I was surrounded by white women who vigorously agreed with everything the speaker said.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Black Tokenism & The PWI Experience
Most Black folks have experienced being the token at some point in their life. Especially if they are accustomed to inhabiting majority white spaces.
Predominantly White Institutions (PWI's) in particular are notorious for forcing the token identity on unsuspecting Black college students.
Being the token can be intimidating if you're shy and like to keep to yourself. It's a way of highlighting you for no other reason other than the fact that you're the only Black person in the vicinity. So now it is you who must speak on behalf of your race. It is you who must know everything about Black issues and hold all of the answers. Your classmates and even your professors will be looking to you.
This is a very common phenomenon that Black people, to a certain extent, have come to expect. But the emotional and psychological costs of tokenism are not often considered.
As I prepare to finish college, I am now more aware of all of the ways tokenism has been a detriment.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Black Feminism and Everyday Living
"Academic women and men engaged in the production of feminist theory must be responsible for setting up ways to disseminate feminist thought that not only transcend the boundaries of the university setting, but that of the printed page as well. It is also our responsibility to promote and encourage the development of feminist theory by folks who are not academics."
- bell hooks Talking Back: Thinking Feminist, Thinking Black
I have self-identified as a Black feminist since I was eighteen years old. It was the summer after my first year of college. My racial consciousness skyrocketed my first year of college because of numerous racial incidences. And those experiences made me open to and receptive of wider notions of social justice and anti-oppression work: something that I'm still broadening to this day.
But I will always remember reading my first bell hooks book as a monumental turning point in how I viewed myself and the world. She was the first person who gave me the words to articulate the knowledge I implicitly had: that women are treated differently than men. She taught me that Black women are treated differently than Black men. She explained my every day experiences through a sociological and historical lens. I was blown away and I knew I had to learn more.
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