Your Invitation Got Lost in the Mail…

One of my less fond memories of graduate school in philosophy was coming to class on Monday and finding out that all of the white students had been invited to the professor’s home over the weekend and they carried on the conversations from the class. Monday, they started the class with reflections on the discussions from the weekend retreat. I had not been invited and was the only person of color, Black American, in a small class of nine people. This event set the tone for my philosophy graduate experience; there were other events but I will stop here.

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