1/ I was talking to this person who said something that made me uncomfortable. The kind of thing that is best to think in your head instead of saying out loud.
Wait. I take that back.
I'm glad they said it out loud. Because sometimes it's good to know how people feel.
Yup.
2/ Them: "If I see one more article or hear 1 more presentation or podcast on anything related to racism or diversity, I'm going to pluck out my eyeballs."
They laughed when they said that. And me, who felt sort of ambushed by hearing this statement spoken out loud, just froze.
3/ Them: "Every journal. Every conference. Like, give me a break."
Me: *squinting* "Uuuuhhh. . . "
Them: "But come on. . .you have to admit that it's seriously out of control."
I still didn't know what to say.
I awkwardly stared and shrugged. As they continued to talk.
4/ I watched them as they walked away. I tried to imagine the unfiltered conversations on this topic happening between other non-minority people.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. Every permutation I imagined was hurtful.
So I stopped.
5/ Those words kept on playing in my head:
"It's seriously out of control."
The more I folded them over in my head, the more upset I became. Not because of the off-hand comment itself. But because those words, taken literally, are accurate.
It's seriously out of control.
6/ I sat still in my office reflecting on this year. On all that has happened, how busy it has been for some of us, and how hard. I thought of this awakening of the rest of the world to shared discussions of social injustice and anti-racism.
And then I played those words again.
7/ It's seriously out of control.
Ms. Breonna Taylor.
Mr. George Floyd.
Mr. Elijah McClain.
Dr. Susan Moore.
I took a deep breath.
Hurtful articles that get past peer review.
Black women losing academic leadership positions.
In the midst of all of this, we've shadow boxed in corners and then came out swinging. Presenting our work until breathless, writing until our fingers cramp, and then returning to the quiet of our own thoughts. Seeking the strength of the ancestors to press on.
9/ Press on. Through this thing that Critical Race Theorist Dr. William Smith first described in 2008:
I say it's the exhaustion of riding the racism struggle bus without a clear view of the nearest stop to get off.
But here's how he described it...
10/ He called it:
“cumulative result of a natural race-related stress response to distressing mental & emotional conditions. These conditions emerge from constantly facing racially dismissive, demeaning, insensitive and/or hostile racial environments & individuals.”
Yeah. That.
11/ And you know? I think that brother was right.
Damn, he was.
So, in that moment, I felt it pressing on my shoulders--that racial battle fatigue. And as exhausting it can be, as a person working in #DEI, the sting of that comment hit different that day.
Damn, it did.
12/ It left me feeling exposed. Silly, even. A mockery made of all of this work. And this idea that those who who've held power historically have their own new fatigue, too--a fatigue from having to deal with, talk about, read about, or hear about ours.
Damn.
13/ And so. I sat in my office and felt it. Closed my laptop, shut off the lights, and wept. The good, strong, chest-heaving kind. I sure did.
And then I stilled myself.
In my ear, I heard one of my sheroes @gcsmd saying, "You can't do this work if you don't have hope."
14/ I heard Fannie Lou Hamer bellowing into a microphone that she was sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I heard the eloquent rage of Dr. Brittney Cooper and the spark of determination in medical students like @LashNolen and @OsoseOboh.
Then I wiped my eyes and sat tall.
15/ This is so much bigger than 2020 and current events. It's also about more than themes for conferences and newly appointed diversity chairs.
For a lot of us, it's about hope and survival. Not the latest "hot topic."
Did I mention? Someone said that, too.
Mmm hmm.
16/ Listen:
This is a long run, y'all. An ultra-long run that has finally been routed through some paths previously avoided. And if you aren't use to it, it can be tiring. I get it.
But don't let the hustle fool you--we tired, too. Okay?
RN1: “I’ve known her since she was carrying them babies!”
RN2: “I’ve known her since she had all black hair and was fresh out of residency!”
*laughter*
Me: *patting my hair* “Well, if she knew me pre-grey, we have a winner for sure.”
We all laughed again.
2/ For me, they’d both become woven into the fabric of the Grady I know and love. Experienced nurses who’d already been around the block a few times before I even arrived back in 2001.
I was always happy to see them.
Always.
3/ RN1: “You have a patient here?”
Me: “Yes, ma’am.”
RN2: “Yeah, that’s my patient today.”
Me: *pretending to leave* “Oh, YOU have my patient? I’m good then.”
*laughter*
Even with her caramel complexion, her eyes told me that she was blushing from the compliment. I smiled.
That’s what you said when I asked your thoughts on getting a #COVIDVaccine. We both laughed—but the way you paused, then returned to your industrious task of clearing crumbs from the table made me know you weren’t joking.
Nope.
2/ I lifted my laptop on cue as your hand swept under it quickly and collected the crusty bread remnants into your other cupped hand.
Me: “You sound serious. Are you?”
You: *shrug* “Serious enough.”
I nodded slowly and tightened the drawstring on my hoodie.
3/ It was a cold day for outdoor dining—especially of the solo nerdy type. But seeing newly arranged and spaced tables thrust along the sides of some my favorite ATL eateries made me happy and willing to brave the chill for a slice of normalcy.
There was this Grady elder who'd been admitted to my team. His issue was quickly sorted out and the very next morning he was ready for discharge.
Nothing about his problems were complicated. At all.
Nope.
2/ We didn't see him as a team on rounds that day. Things were so straightforward that I'd agreed to see him on my own. He didn't have many questions when I got to the end of the encounter. And so. I reached for his hand and wished him well.
And that was that.
3/ I realized that I hadn't gotten to know him beyond his medical concerns. So decided to right that wrong.
Yup.
This gentleman was pretty reserved. He'd already packed up his belongings and had his cell phone in his hand. And didn't seem up for smalltalk.
Her: "Is that my girl Dr. Manning?"
Me: "Heeeey! I haven't seen you in a minute!"
*elbow bump*
Her: "I ain't used to seeing you with scrubs on and not in your heels!"
Me: "Girrrrl. It's crushing my soul to not wear heels!"
*laughter*
2/ Her: "At first I didn't even know that was you! And you grew your hair some."
Me: "And you changed your hair, too. I like it!"
Her: "Girl, this a wig."
*laughter*
Her: *patting head* "The #COVID makeover, chile."
Me: *nodding* "I know that's right."
*silence*
3/ Me: "Hey--you get the #COVIDVaccine yet?"
Her: "Nah."
Me: *raising eyebrows*
Her: "I decided to wait."
I jutted out my lip under my mask and nodded.
Her: "I'm in my 30's. And nobody older or sick live with me. So I'm waiting."
Me: *squinting* "Waiting for. . . ?"
Him: “Heeeey! I been hoping I’d see you.”
Me: “Heeey!”
Him: “I just wanted you to know that I thought on that talk we had that one day.”
Me: *listening*
Him: “I changed my mind ‘bout the shot.”
I placed my hand on my chest.
Wait. What?
2/ See, he wasn’t just a no. He was a hard no.
A hell no even.
Me: “Wow. That makes me SO happy.”*sigh*
Him: *chuckles*“You ‘bout to cry?”
And that took me over the edge. I shook my head and patted my eyes with the heels of my hands.
Me: “See what you did?”
*laughter*
3/ His voice softened and his eyes grew warm.
Him: “Naaah. See what YOU did.”
Now I was full on weeping. I nodded my head and tried to get it together.
Me: "You doing alright?"
Them: "I'm making it."
Me: "Guess that's all we can do right?"
Them: "Exactly."
*pause*
Them: "Hey, I'm glad to see you feeling better."
Huh?
2/ Them: "Look like you was in a bad way this weekend from what I saw on social media."
Me: "Haaaa! Can't even front. . . I was, man."
In a bad way. A perfect descriptor.
In fact, I'd just used that very phrase with my teenaged son just an hour before.
Yup.
3/ Son: *frantic* "Mom, I can't find my computer charger! Where's yours?!"
Me: *calm* "I took it to work."
Son: *frantic* "What I am supposed to do?"
Me: "Are you testing?"
Son: "No."
Me: "Use your phone. Otherwise you in a bad way until I get home."