When I was an undergrad in the 1970's, I had a beautiful young Black instructor. She was very thin and dressed impeccably in conservative suits. While giving her lectures, she talked carefully and slowly. She held herself stiff and erect. I liked her classes and she was a good teacher.
One day after class, I stayed in the classroom to work on something in the lab. This instructor stayed after class too.
Another Black woman walked in, and my instructor talked to her in a very different way. She was laughing and saying, “Hey Girl,” and other words I don’t remember. For the first time, my instructor seemed free, easy and herself.
I was surprised by the change in her. As a sheltered white girl, I knew very little about the Black experience. Unfortunately, I don’t know enough about that even today. But this piece by you, Amanda, taught me a bit more.
My instructor saw my surprise, and she winked at me. I smiled back at her, but I felt an ache inside as I realized that this vibrant, lovely woman had to change and give up her true essence in order to teach at the college level.
I particularly love this interview because it gives me a chance to better understand what that experience would be like.
Another great Sunday interview! Great writing, Amanda!
Great Interview. Just read it with Rykell. 💙
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When I was an undergrad in the 1970's, I had a beautiful young Black instructor. She was very thin and dressed impeccably in conservative suits. While giving her lectures, she talked carefully and slowly. She held herself stiff and erect. I liked her classes and she was a good teacher.
One day after class, I stayed in the classroom to work on something in the lab. This instructor stayed after class too.
Another Black woman walked in, and my instructor talked to her in a very different way. She was laughing and saying, “Hey Girl,” and other words I don’t remember. For the first time, my instructor seemed free, easy and herself.
I was surprised by the change in her. As a sheltered white girl, I knew very little about the Black experience. Unfortunately, I don’t know enough about that even today. But this piece by you, Amanda, taught me a bit more.
My instructor saw my surprise, and she winked at me. I smiled back at her, but I felt an ache inside as I realized that this vibrant, lovely woman had to change and give up her true essence in order to teach at the college level.
I particularly love this interview because it gives me a chance to better understand what that experience would be like.
Another great Sunday interview! Great writing, Amanda!