In the middle of my doctoral studies, I encountered an elderly relative who expressed some chagrin that I was “still in school.” She noted that she had sent me a few dollars when I earned my undergraduate degree and wondered whether her investment was wasted.
When, she asked, might I find myself a “real job.” I drew myself up and told her that I was working on a doctorate, a Ph.D., in economics. I thought that would impress, but it simply muddled matters.
“Didn’t you get that other degree in economics,” my relative asked caustically. I nodded. “Didn’t you learn it right the first time?” she asked, slapping her thigh to emphasize her point.
A few of the others gathered, laughed some in embarrassment, some in true amusement. This occurred so long ago that I don’t remember whether I gave the assembled group a piece of my mind or laughed along. But I do remember realizing that, for all of the African American historical thirst for education, there are also those among us who disparage “too much” education. Among youngsters, it manifests itself in rumors that studying is “acting white.” Among undergraduates, it manifests itself in the focus on careerism, instead of post-baccalaureate education.p Higher Risks
