There’s an inherent tension with being a faculty of color in a Predominately White Institution (PWI). Faculty of color face higher demands than their white colleagues in terms of mentoring, advising, and counseling due to the underrepresentation of non-white faculty across academia, but junior faculty are frequently advised to “just say no” to any work that is not directly related to getting tenure. Students of color are knocking at the door, and colleagues, mentors, and friends are all saying “Say no! Protect your time!” Just saying no isn’t an option. To deny students a safe space to talk about race and racism on campus, a supportive and critical ear for their research ideas, and a role model who provides safe spaces for students of color is to reinforce the common narrative that academia is a white, middle-class institution that is not for students of color and first generation college students. Furthermore, providing safe and supportive spaces for students of color is also creating a safe and supportive space for myself as a woman of color in a PWI.
For me, being faculty of color comes with a responsibility to students in part because of my own experience as an undergraduate. I started at the University of Maryland at College Park with an interest in science and the environment and landed quickly in a major that was primarily housed in the Geography department. At the time, Geography had one black faculty member, a black man who taught the department’s only courses on how race and class influenced how people interacted with space. This was in stark contrast to my experience in the Geography department otherwise, which included the omission or dismissal of race as a relevant topic. I distinctly remember asking a professor how the economics based theory he was explaining related to the phenomenon of people lining up to buy the newest Air Jordans the night before they were released. The professor admitted he had never heard of anyone doing that and asked the class if, by a show of hands, they knew anyone who did that. There were three students of color in the class of 50 and we were the only students who raised our hands. Based on this small N of agreement, the professor concluded that the situation I described “didn’t occur” and moved on with his lecture. The blatant dismissal of experiences of people of color in that classroom was in stark contrast to the overt discussion of such topics as the varied quality of produce in grocery stores in middle-class, white neighborhoods compared with poor, black neighborhoods in my classes with the black Geography professor. Needless to say, I took as many classes as he taught during my time at UMD and even asked him to chair an independent study on environmental justice.
I compensated for the lack of people of color in my major with other spaces, including minoring in African American Studies. It was there that I had courses taught by black women, one faculty member and one graduate student. Their perspective on race, class, and gender reflected my lived experiences as a black woman who grew up in Baltimore City during a time of white and middle-class flight, city budget cuts, and widespread disinvestment. Sitting in a classroom with a person that looked like me at the front of the room who validated my life experiences as important for academic scholarship gave me a sense of belonging in the halls of that institution of higher education. It was a feeling I wouldn’t have had without those three black role models and mentors. These experiences were formative. Having black professors made me feel like I had a right to be there. That I had a right to be heard. That I had a right to speak up.
When the Geography professor publicly dismissed my question about Air Jordans, I approached him after class because I knew that my voice mattered, a feeling I didn’t have as a college freshman. I told him that his dismissive response to my question alienated the experiences of the few students of color in the room. I was only able to speak up against that microaggression with the confidence that I did because of the black professors who showed me I belonged.
That exposure to scholars who studied how race mattered and role models who gave me a sense of belonging helped me transition to work in predominantly white organizations and further education in PWIs with even smaller black student bodies. As I got further along, I found myself in the position of being a role model and mentor as those black professors had been for me. At UC Berkeley, I attracted attention from undergraduates of color and was able to provide them opportunities to learn about research in a safe, supportive space. I will never forget the team meeting where one of my RAs commented she had never been around so many black students on campus before. But as much as I provided them a safe and supportive space, they provided me the same. They understood the importance of race to my work as people with lived racialized experiences and cheered on my research as an important contribution. I felt safe and supported in their midst even as their leader.
As I look towards my first year as an Assistant Professor, I know that because of how underrepresented blacks are as tenure-track faculty, being a black woman will come with demands from students of color. I also know that finding balanced ways to engage with students of color will feed me as much as it feeds them. So I will set boundaries that allow me to prioritize the demands of tenure without sacrificing work that gives me life. I will use quotas for the requests on my time based on a certain number or certain amount of time per semester. I will meet with small groups of students when possible to meet the demand for interaction while not overcommitting myself. I will explain how they can support my journey to tenure and what earning tenure means not just for me, but for students like them. I will be selective about what I say “Yes!” to and say “Not right now” to so as to prioritize what I can do now versus what I would like to do, but just can’t do at the time of the request. Finally, I will find ways to make sure my engagements are acknowledged in my tenure file by associating them with my service work as much as possible. But, no, I will not say no to paying forward what those three black professors gave me.
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Thank you so much for sharing your experiences. I too am a AA faculty member on the tenure track with very few AA faculty or students. The need for mentoring and having a safe space is so real.