"Some passengers abuse us especially those who are drunk.
But I never quarrel with them because, if I do,
then tomorrow they will not ride in my rickshaw."
Manoj Singh, footcab driver.
While reading this and imaging what it would have been like were I in that professor's class and just how many epithets I could rattle off, it occurred to me that Black, female classmate of mine had been being called by an epithet as a nickname by classmates with no repercussions.
I think, at the time, I thought it was her father's name. That was something we did, although I don't think we started doing that until high school….
At any rate – there were never more than 5 Black kids in that class at that lab school where there was only one class per grade…
And I just realized that happened.
In the same school where, in 7th grade, the basketball coach, the PE coach (and maybe our grammar/history teacher) read Brer Rabbit in blackface.
At the private lab school….which I assume would have been considered progressive compared to the public schools.
'We must speak from our own, personal experience and fears when we have these conversations…
The big-word, college/grad school/I-Wrote-A-Book conversation have their place, but that's not the type of conversation needed with "normal" folk…'
(culled from Tori's second talk on Girls/Boys)