For many years, I've pleaded and pushed for change.
I've learned how to respect my colleagues and create spaces where people can be who they are, where their humanity is prioritized over their productivity.
I've served on some committees for hiring at different levels.
I've made suggestions about how to advertise and recruit, what to do to make the environment welcoming and inclusive.
Always told, change takes time.
Make some guesses about how many Black tenured faculty there are in physics and astronomy and how fast that is changing.
"It's okay, we got one."
"Change takes time."
I have been racially harassed by ombudspersons.
I have been bullied by white men.
I have been profiled.
I have been sold false promises.
I have been ghosted by those who said they'd help.
I did the work.
I then told you how to do the work.
and then I am told again that change takes time.
YOU'VE HAD TIME.
You want me to make an act of faith, risking myself, my life, my woman, my sister, my children on some idealism which you assure me exists in America which I have never seen."
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You are wrong.
I'll leave it as an exercise to the reader to figure out why.
It is continuously delayed for Black people.
I am a second-class citizen, no matter what you want to believe.
I am not equal.
And then ... nothing.
But they won't put spend weeks a year to turn our moral telescope toward the dreams of Martin, Malcolm, or James.
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