1/ Mostly I have remained quiet about #twitter verification and (what I like to call) Black physician #verifygate.
Partly because I'd like to believe that verification starts with how we feel about ourselves.
But I'll also admit it's a form of self-protection.
You know?
2/ I also think of how, historically, there are so many examples of successful people who look like me who do or don't get the metaphorical blue check for their work.
So you say the thing we always say:
"You don't verify me. My community verifies me."
Right? Right.
3/ But then, if you have enough time, it creeps into your thoughts. And, even if it doesn't really mean anything, you think about it.
You know?
And listen. Since I'm generally not a person who likes to be upset, I will instead shape this into a case.
Okay? Cool.
4/ A 50 year old white male full Professor of Medicine presents to @verified with 74.6K followers, an academic appointment at a prestigious medical institution, and a prolific account with consistent, truthful medical information.
He is well respected in his field.
For real.
5/ He works hard and contributes much--on and off of #Twitter. Even during a pandemic.
Yup.
In a 2 year period, he has given > 20 visiting professorships at places like:
He also had a piece selected to be republished in @JAMA_current for their 40th year anniversary of their "A Piece of My Mind" section.
Mmm hmm.
7/ In 2021, he was one of the three plenary speakers at the @ACPinternists meeting. Along with well-known author-intensivist extraordinaire @RanaAwdish.
10/ This guy also goes hard in the community. In addition to volunteering to give vaccines, he tries to go above and beyond with community education. Some say it has made a real impact.
Yup.
And while this may be more than plenty to verify him, you should also know this:
11/ He's a dedicated teacher, mentor, and leader. He thinks hard and creatively about ways to help people succeed. He is thoughtful about patient care and serves an underserved population.
And, despite his youthful glow, has been doing this for over 20 years at the same place.
12/ Chances are that you've already knocked on this 50 year-old white man's door and handed him a gift wrapped box with a blue @verified check inside.
I mean, duh.
So who is this man? He is no one. Because this would never happen.
Nope.
He'd be verified. Full stop.
13/ And so. I bit the bullet and re-submitted the request. After nearly two weeks, today, it was confirmed.
Denied.
Because I "do not meet the criteria at this time."
14/ Am I surprised? Nah.
But I wish I could say with certainty that this outcome would be the exact same if I were someone else with all of the same achievements but a different race and gender.
And that's the problem. I can't.
Nope.
15/ Now. Do I think is some diabolical plot with some person wringing their hands with evil "DENIED" laughter?
Nah.
But what I do think is that bias is a mighty, mighty thing. And that it sometimes creates indifference or confirmation of what is or isn't bona fide-able.
Yup.
16/ And know this--I am not sharing this to draw compliments or sympathy. But I do hope we will all think about the power of implicit bias.
You know?
And nah. I'm not going to cancel #Twitter. Because I feel good about what I'm putting out into the #twitterverse.
I do.
17/ So I'll just keep on keeping on without my blue check. And if it pops up one day, just know that it will not suddenly define me or anyone else who does or does not have the same.
That's the good thing about being 50. You know stuff. Especially who you are.
Got it? Good.👊🏾
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Them: "You need to steer clear of Ida."
Me: "Which one is Ida?"
Them: *head gesture* "The one talking to our attending. She's legendary for going off on interns."
Me: *swallows hard*
Them: "Look. She even checks attendings."
I looked.
2/ Ida's hands were animated as she talked. I noticed the way her biceps bulged at the meeting of her scrub sleeve when she moved her arms. Her head was up and eye contact deliberate.
3/ It startled me when they both erupted into laughter. It was warm and respectful. The attending said something else and she said something back. Both gave knowing nods.
And that was it.
Them: "Most of the nurses here are cool. Not her, though."
Me: "I just. . .I think I just think of the worst thing that could always happen, you know? Like. . .someone counting on me and me alone to know everything."
Him: "Where was medical school?"
Me: "Meharry."
Him: "Oh--wait. Where is Ma-Hahry again?"
Me: "Um. Oh. Meharry? It's in Nashville."
Him: "That's right. I knew a guy who went there. He was nice."
Me: *awkward smile*
*names/details changed
2/ My attending looked to the other intern on my team.
Him: "And Mick--you went to Michigan, right?"
Mick: "Go Blue."
Him: "Don't say that too loud in Ohio!"
*laughter*
Him: "I almost went there. But I knew my parents would disown me so I changed my mind."
Mick: *smiles*
3/ Him: "Do you know *names of several people at Michigan*?"
Mick: "Oh yeah! *One of the people* retired this year."
Him: "Really? He's one of my heroes."
Mick: "Totally. And *other person I never heard of* was my attending for my sub-I."
Him: "Lucky you."