We are compelled to write this open letter to our fellow faculty of color colleagues who are navigating tenure-track while raising little humans. As graduate students, we were warned that pursuing a tenure-track position would be both challenging and draining. The mental exhaustion and physiological impact of being on the tenure-track for people of color has been largely researched; much of it centers around social identities and how we navigate systems of privilege and oppression as minoritized individuals.
Yet, we do not need research to demonstrate how being racialized and labeled as (insert label) could derail our professional success. As minoritized and racialized beings, we confront the constant pressures to not only prove naysayers wrong but to also make it seem easy – a walk in the park – always high energy and smiling. This alone is enough to stall our desire to effect positive lasting change in our respective fields and communities. It is exhausting. We engage in a perpetual cost-benefit analysis that doesn’t always allow us to disengage from the grind of academia.
As parents we are bombarded with research that demonstrates what may happen to our children if we do not foster their curiosity and intellect. So, after countless hours of fighting to prove our legitimacy in academic spaces, navigating our own insecurities and working past countless researcher/writer blocks, we arrive home deplete of energy. Our ideal situation would be to just sit there and hold our little humans while reciprocal love fills our souls. However, those of us who have children know they are masterful at storing energy and using it up until their eyes are heavy with sleep. We plan to put them to bed and stay up to write a little more but that energy quickly dissipates into the air. We get into bed and cannot bring ourselves to sleep because the countless list of to-do’s keeps piling up, research ideas become a revolving door, and the emails never stop.
The struggle is real. Yet it seems more bearable when we embark on this journey together, as parents, colleagues and academic family. We understand institutions of higher education were not created for us nor were they meant for us to work within them as intellectuals. However, we are here resisting historical systems of privilege and oppression with love and empathy. We find it difficult to maintain our own identity while tenaciously working towards creating welcoming and validating spaces for all our students. Even on the most difficult days when we are running on no sleep, we are called to be there for our students. Time and time again, we step up to the challenge because our students are in some way apart of our extended family. We provide the care, love, and support we hope our children are receiving from their teachers. We understand the overwhelming feeling of delight when a student leaves our office affirmed. After all, this is why we pursued this career.
Then, we are sucked back into the grind.
The increased pressures come in the form of unspoken rules. Needing to conform to academic writing, speaking, professional interactions, and honoring established hierarchies of power; it takes away from our ability to serve the most marginalized and vulnerable communities. Our experiences in navigating a multitude of barriers demonstrate our desire to maintain our cultural identities intact, as faculty of color producing meaningful research that positively influences the futures of our people and our children. It is this ethic of care, compassion, and tenacity that allows us to be masterful multitaskers. Many of us decided to become faculty members because we didn’t see ourselves, our culture, or our histories reflected in what we were taught.
Dr. Jameson Lopez reflects on what it has been like for him:
