Stay in Your Lane

As black women there are many lies and myths that we are told about our womanhood and where we fit in society and this world.  I think the biggest lie I have ever been told is to “stay in my lane”. The term “stay in your lane” is telling someone to focus on their own life and not worry about someone else life, achievements, and failures. It is supposed to “check” those gossips, haters and those who are jealous and envious of you. However, the term can also be used to shut someone down so they should not reach for more, they should “stay in their lane” because they should not be so vocal, competitive or ambitious. I think that’s the biggest lie I have ever heard. It is misleading and allows people to settle when they have the skills and abilities to do well in their lives.

Last year, I found myself working in a company that had 3 black people and it was a ticking time bomb. It had been some time since I was employed so I was just happy to be there. I was happy when I realized that I was getting paid more than I expected. I was happy that my 3-month review was a success and they had decided to hire me full time. The only problem was as a foreigner I needed a work permit. My boss at the time agreed to help with the permit, and I even went and got a police clearance. I was ready to go home and get this work permit. I was so happy that something was going right for once. It had been 3 years since I had graduated and I just was not able to get full-time employment. Unemployment chipped away at my ego and self-esteem. I just did not understand where I was getting it wrong. I mean I had 2 degrees and I was extremely educated. 

As time went on, the company began to unravel and the turnover was very high. In one month, 4 people left and team’s morale was low. My line manager and I had issues and she almost got me fired which would have been the worst thing ever and absolutely embarrassing. How would I explain that to my parents? I decided to just play the game and be the perfect employee. I would get to work before everyone and leave after everyone. This strategy worked because I ended up winning employee of the month. I was on cloud 9, but to my surprise and relief, my line manager was leaving to pursue other opportunities.  Two weeks after my line manager had left, I started feeling dissatisfied with my job. I was being completely sidelined and doing work that was beneath my position. 

One spring morning, my boss at the time called me into the boardroom with another colleague and told me that she had promoted me from Public Relations Assistant to Junior Account Manager. I was over the moon and I was going to be running an account all by myself. All the hard work and waiting had finally led to something substantial. My boss agreed that she was going help more intensely with the work permit. In that moment, I felt like I had won the lottery but it was definitely too good to be true. 

 

First, my boss was being wishy-washy about when I could leave to get the work permit. Then she kept changing the dates and then claimed that I needed to stay longer than initially agreed upon. In a bold move, I said if I had to stay longer could I please have a pay increase that would go well with the law. She agreed and when I sent her the email with the amount that I thought was suitable. She began lying and trying to use the work permit against me. The situation became so ridiculous that she made me meet her husband who was at times the part-time HR manager. It was crazy now that I think about it. I explained to her husband that I needed to move forward in my career and she had promoted me and it is my right to have a pay increase and the work permit. He decided that I should go back to my home country and get the work permit. She was not in this particular meeting.

After I spoke to her husband and the so-called HR manager, my boss behaved as if everything was fine but she was secretly scheming and plotting. She started giving me a tremendous amount of work even though I was already very busy. It dawned on me that she was trying to illustrate that I was incompetent. This tactic is used by white people and men to show that people of color and women are not good enough for the job.  I was already doing my work and helping other senior account managers, so obviously I would be overwhelmed. Her treatment became so bad that she blamed me for other people’s work. She said that she wanted to look through my work. It was all strange and surreal because 2 weeks earlier she was praising my work ethic and results.

On a fateful Thursday, everything came to head because she was stressed with a launch that was coming up and took it out on me. She claimed that I am not stressed which is dismissive and cold. I think as humans we are allowed to feel what we feel. I found myself in tears. Then after the launch, she again blamed me for everything and someone else work. I was shattered because I had worked so hard and been up since 5 am just to get everything right. Even my other colleagues came to my defense. We later had a meeting and she accused my work as “glaringly bad”. I had a panic attack which she thought I was faking. It was all a mess.

To cut a long story short, I quit the following week to her surprise. I was ashamed of quitting because my parents did not raise a quitter but I felt so disrespected by her. What made matters worse is that she went and told other colleagues that I had lied about having a work permit and randomly asked for a promotion. To be kind let’s just say she has a selective memory.

Going back to what we spoke about staying in your lane, my boss did not expect me to know my rights and to stand up for myself. She expected me to take the promotion without paying me for it. That is exploitation she does in her company. She purposely hires young people so she can underpay them but expects a high standard of work, it’s a vicious cycle at that company. My thing is, I needed to move forward in my career, and I should be paid accordingly for the work I put in. I am happy that I did not stay in my lane because I would be taken advantage of and not know my worth. I think she was even shocked that this timid Black girl would not put up with her BS.  I think I may have even earned a bit of her respect.

In life, there is a place and time to stay in your lane and I think as black women, we should not think we can do the bare minimum. Our self-worth, talents, and skills should be appreciated and we should stand up for ourselves and not stay in our lanes. Society takes advantage of the notion that we are just happy to have that job, be his girlfriend, or just be earning a small amount of money. I think that is trash. You are a queen and if you want that job and have worked hard for it, DON’T STAY IN YOUR LANE.

It’s Handled: Thoughts on the End of Scandal by Phumuzile Mabasha

When I was 21, which was some time ago, my friend Pam and I were looking for some new shows to watch. We were recommended to watch HBO’s Girls and ABC’s Scandal. At the time I was wary to watch anything that involved Shonda Rhimes. I did give Scandal a try but I was not impressed. Girls on the other hand, was such an insane show that I continued watching till it ended this past April.

A year later, my friends encouraged me to watch Scandal again. Begrudgingly I did, and I surprisingly fell head over heels in love with it. The first 2 seasons of Scandal were insane, mind-blowing and I was thoroughly entertained. It was unrealistic at times, but it was something I had never seen on TV. I was hooked and could not wait for the third season. I finally found a Shonda Rhimes show that didn’t irritate me, and I liked Olivia.

I spoke too soon! As I continued watching the show it became frustrating. The Olitz relationship was not fun to watch at times because he treated her so badly. Then Papa Pope came into the mix and there were too many monologues. I felt as if I was watching a Shakespearean play. For 5 seasons I soldiered on and watched Scandal. There were times when it was great but times when it was so insufferable.  The truth of the matter is, there is so much TV out there that something had to give. I decided to end my love-hate relationship with Scandal, but especially my love-hate relationship with Olivia Pope. She became a character that constantly disappointed me.

That being said, I will not deny the impact that Scandal has had on TV in the 21st century. Scandal showed that there was a serious need for lead Black female roles. Scandal was annoying, frustrating, entertaining yet groundbreaking because it began the golden age of Black TV and Film. Olivia Pope was the first black female lead character on network television since 1974. Scandal began in 2012.  As much as I do not like Olivia Pope she was a character that many girls my age had never seen. She was not a slave or a baby mama or the best friend. Yes, there was Joan on Girlfriends but she wasn’t Olivia Pope. Olivia is a lawyer, college educated women, she owns her own business, she looks great in power suits and she’s a bad ass. Other than the whole side piece debacle with Fitz , Olivia is a woman that Black women needed to see and hear.

She’s a character that continued to break the stereotype of how Black women were represented on TV and in the media. When I would see Olivia Pope come and dominate the scene I felt empowered. I was in awe of her power, intelligence and confidence. It was nice to see and it was encouraging.  I loved that she was a powerhouse who was revered in Washington. As much as Papa Pope was annoying, he illustrated the plight that Black people (especially Black women) face to be valued and respected. Papa Pope has said many profound and crazy things. He was aware of who he was in America and who Olivia was in America, a BLACK PERSON. My favorite quote and I think one of the most relatable things he ever said was when he told Oliva that she has to be “Twice as good as them to get half of what they have.”

Scandal showcased the power of Black audiences and how much we needed characters that were not stereotypes, characters to aspire to. I respect Shonda Rhimes for allowing Olivia to be Black. Scandal’s success opened the doors for characters such as Cookie Lyon, Mary Jane Paul, Annalise Keating, Issa Dee and Rainbow Johnson. Olivia Pope and Scandal illustrated that there is more to Black Women than the stereotype or caricature. It is now great to see many female-led Black shows such as How to Get Away with Murder, Insecure, Greenleaf, Queen Sugar and Shots Fired that reject the stereotype. It is even better to see that this has spilled over into film with movies such as Hidden Figures which was led by a Black female cast.

Scandal also illustrated the power of choice with Olivia and the other female characters especially Mellie and Abby.  These characters at times chose work over family and motherhood, and seemed content with their decisions. This was illustrated with Olivia unapologetically having an abortion in season 5. Mellie illustrated this with her ambition and going after what she wanted and that was becoming the 1st female President. Even Susan was ambitious and likable, which I loved. The women were not afraid to get their hands dirty which was great. I know a lot of people liked how the show humanized Mellie with her father–in-law raping her but I actually liked her the way she was. Mellie was one of the few characters on the show who was unapologetic about her decisions, sacrifices, resentment and ambition. It was nice to see because women are made to apologize for going after what they want. I also loved how Mellie told her daughter that women are judged differently especially in the public and should be careful about their choices.

I loved the fact that the writers’ wrote Scandal in a way that women knew they living in a man’s world and had to adapt. Mellie used her position as First lady to her advantage, Olivia used her body and influence over Fitz and Jake to get her way, and Abby as Press Secretary understood that she can’t be involved in any scandals or drama because it would overshadow her position. I particularly liked Abby telling Leo that women are judged on so many things before we even open our mouths. Women are judged on their motherhood, appearance, and choices more than men. It is hard for women to be taken seriously in male-dominated fields.

I am overjoyed with the end of Scandal next year but cannot and will not discredit the doors it opened. It was to see stories of a Black woman that was more than the stereotype.  As ridiculous as Scandal became, it gave a fresh take on Black womanhood. Scandal also addressed the complexities of living in a man’s world and I loved it for that.

 

Freedom

When your dream is happening and you’re in the middle of a new reality, does your success merely mask the emptiness?

I always thought “making it” would mean financial freedom. No more thinking twice about buying a necessity. No more praying your credit card isn’t rejected.

I thought my book deal would bring fame and fortune and finally -- freedom. And while I was healthy physically, there was something missing. I couldn’t put a name to it or identify its source.

Then, there was the guilt. I’d achieved a certain level of success, but what was my responsibility to my community? To my family? To myself?

Why was I grappling with so many questions? I was supposed to be able to sit at my desk all day, writing real stories while I drank too much coffee. Instead, I had people pulling at me from all directions, making all kinds of demands. And they were demands because if I didn’t do something for somebody, I was a “sellout” or I “forgot where I came from”. Or, I had to show up someplace to please someone who could write a check.

 

I was walking through life faking it. I did everything with a smile and I didn’t complain once. I had to be likeable. Who’d buy my books if they didn’t like me?

 

My freedom came at the price of me. I gave everyone a great show and I was who I needed to be. The truth is you can only live that way for so long before the stench of the rot is too bad and you’re forced to deal with it.

 

Sandra on Black Girl Magic

I am 36. I think that officially qualifies as old. I’m scared. Can I say that? I’m not sure I have the right to be, if I’m being honest. It’s in these pages where I am honest.

I’ve made something of my life. My future is secure. I’ve made investments and I have a financial woman who’s going to make sure the money continues to grow. At least I’ll know I didn’t completely fail.

I can’t help feeling like I’m still failing in some way. The money is there, but is my mom proud of me? Really proud. Am I doing the best I can? Living my best life? Making an impact?

I’m thinking differently. I used to be afraid of shining too brightly, or being who I am and celebrating me. But now we have #BlackGirlMagic and it’s doing something to us. Such a powerful movement, so necessary.

Imagine you are the hated and maybe even the hunted. Your features are appropriated. Your style diminished. Your qualities demeaned. All that is you is mocked unless your qualities are in a white body. Imagine being hated by everybody, and I do mean everybody, and all of a sudden you hear the words “Black Girl Magic”.

It becomes everything. An expression of self love -- black girl love. A celebration of us. A non-stop party. And when it happens, the most influential women in the world are black: Beyonce, Bozoma Saint John, Oprah, Ava, Nicki, Rihanna -- everybody wants to be them and they’re just like you.

What an incredible group of women! I hope little girls can avoid all the negative stuff I had to face before discovering how amazing we are.

Sometimes even I need a reminder. We’re incredible. Kickass. We’re everything. People say they hate us ‘cause they ain’t us. Just remember those words when people try to tear you down. Those who are the most vocal, most negative, are just jealous. Keep doing you. And if you fall, know there’s a whole group of sister friends out there who will catch you.

 

It took me a long time to figure that part out. Don’t repeat my mistake. I wasted so much time trying to figure out who to trust and who had my best interest at heart; more likely than not it was black women. They -- we -- are your closest allies and biggest cheerleaders.

You know who my biggest cheerleader is and was? My mom. I don’t know which tense to use when I talk about her. She’s still here in body, but her mind is not what it was. I can’t even think about it.  The what comes next part. And it’s coming too quickly.  

 

Love,

Sandra

 

The Weight

 

I played my part expertly for years. I was the woman who self-censored. The woman who talked so much, while saying very little. I was charming, non-threatening, a blank slate.

Even I had a breaking point and one day, I decided to speak my mind.

TMZ ran with it. It became known as my “militant” (their word, not mine) period, as though I would snap out of. Speaking my mind as a black woman was a radical act.

The people who once loved my books questioned their support. They had no idea I was so “angry” and suggested I go back to Africa -- the default response.

That weight I carried around was the expectation of others. Stick a quarter in me and I’d perform; people ate it up.

What they loved, felt like me selling out.

I carried the weight like a burden. But when a little girl tells you how much your work means to her, and when your literary idol tells you he’s proud of you, that weight starts to look a feel different.

 

The truth is, weight can be a badge which you carry proudly. It can be a reminder of the work you still have to do. I thought it would crush me. Instead, it empowered me.