This week’s opening thought: Someone tells me I’m “unprofessional” at least twice a month.
I’ll let you guess the race and melanin (or lack thereof) of the people who say this to me.
Sometimes it’s in an email. Now and again, it comes up in a meeting. I see it when I’m in a meeting, and I’m not wearing business casual, opting instead for a Kamen Rider t-shirt and jeans. I know how white people feel about when I’ve had an afro or facial hair that didn’t fit their belief system. I can see it on their faces, read it in their body language. I see them cringe when I use words like “y’all” instead of “you guys.” I sit and listen as they try to find the right words to make me uncomfortable with how I show up and exist in what they view as their space, trying to use broad general statements that say “we are professionals” when they really mean “you aren’t a professional.” I observe y’all going out of your way to push me into conformity with “professional standards” to inform me that I need white validation to be viewed as good or great at what I do. Here’s the thing, though:
I don’t need white validation to feel like a “professional.”
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