I grew up in an era when the Crayola crayon box included a pinkish-peach color that was labeled “flesh.” As a small child, I learned and internalized color names from that box. In class here I referred to… Read More
It was about 6:00 pm on a Thursday, my busiest teaching day that semester. I had just shut down my computer and was reaching for my bag to head out to a 6:30 class at the gym (the… Read More
A faculty member told me I was brave for “admitting” I was the first in my family to go to college. I do not understand why this fact is an admission rather than a statement. Should I be… Read More
I remembered during the 2016 Election, everyone was crying and shouting hateful, mean-spirited things at Trump voters. I felt very unsafe on campus that day and throughout the next week.
People say “Happy Holidays” now as a means of being PC. I get it, not everyone celebrates Christmas or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa, but just say “Merry Christmas” if you feel like it. People are actually afraid to say… Read More
A guy followed me five minutes down a beach because his friend and he had a bet to see what race I was.
Any interaction at F from sun down on a Friday to sun up on Sunday.
One time in a class, the professor had us act out a dialogue. He assigned me the role of the mother because I would “make a good mother,” and asked me to hold a baby doll. Then he… Read More
Microaggressions around correct usage of pronouns and preferred/chosen names are frequently committed by faculty and students at Davidson. Some professors openly mock the use of gender-neutral pronouns, refuse to use them, etc. In a similar vein, there is… Read More