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<\/a>I was an early signer of this open letter posted December 8, 2014 on the blog Black Space<\/a>. We thought that in light of what\u2019s happening on college campuses and university all across the nation, we would share the post again. We also like for you to know that we see you, hear you, feel you, and most of all, stand with you.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
We are Black professors.<\/p>\n
We are daughters, sons, brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces, nephews, godchildren, grandfathers, grandmothers, fathers, and mothers.<\/p>\n
We\u2019re writing to tell you we see you and hear you.<\/p>\n
We know the stories of dolls hanging by nooses, nigger written on dry erase boards and walls, stories of nigger said casually at parties by White students too drunk to know their own names but who know their place well enough to know nothing will happen if they call you out your name, stories of nigger said stone sober, stories of them calling you nigger using every other word except what they really mean to call you, stories of you having to explain your experience in classrooms\u2014your language, your dress, your hair, your music, your skin\u2014yourself, of you having to fight for all of us in classrooms where you are often the only one or one of a few, stories of you choosing silence as a matter of survival.<\/p>\n
Sometimes we\u2019re in those classrooms with you.<\/p>\n
We know there is always more that people don\u2019t see or hear or want to know, but we see you. We hear you.<\/p>\n
In our mostly White classrooms we work with some of you, you who tell us other professors don\u2019t see, don\u2019t hear you. You, who come to our offices with stories of erasure that make you break down. They don\u2019t see me, you say. They don\u2019t hear me. We know and don\u2019t know how to hold your tears.<\/p>\n
How do we hold your tears, and your anger?<\/p>\n
You are our sons and daughters, our brothers and sisters, our mothers, our fathers, our godchildren. You, with your stories of erasure break our hearts because you are family, because your stories of erasure ultimately are stories of violence, because your stories mirror our experiences, past and present.<\/p>\n
Right now. This is all happening now. Every day. We know this.<\/p>\n
We want you to hear.<\/p>\n
You tell us your stories and sometimes we tell you our own stories of cops who stop us on the way to work, of grandparents born in Jim Crow, of parents born during segregation into an economic reality that made them encourage us to get solid jobs, of parents born outside the United States who came face-to-face with the harsh reality of U.S. anti-Blackness, how we chose institutions where we often feel alone. We tell you stories of almost dropping out of school, stories of working harder than anyone else even when it felt like it was killing us, even when it is killing us. We tell you we know historically and predominantly White universities might let you\/us in, but they don\u2019t care much about retaining us no matter how many times they misuse pretty words like\u00a0diversity<\/em>, or insult us with the hard slap of\u00a0minority<\/em>.<\/p>\n We tell you about the underground network of folks who helped us, the people who wrote us letters, the offices we cried in, the times we were silent, the times we spoke up, the times we thought we wouldn\u2019t make it, the people who told us to hold on. We tell you over and over about the railroad of Black professors and other professors of color who we call when we know one of us is in need. We remind you skinfolk isn\u2019t always kinfolk. We tell you to be careful. We tell you to take risks. We tell you, guard your heart. We tell you, keep your heart open. We tell you to hold on. Hold on, we say, to you, to us, because holding on to each other is everything, often the only thing.<\/p>\n Hold on.<\/p>\n We want a future for you, for us right now.<\/p>\n We write this is in solidarity with the families of Tamir Rice, Mike Brown, Renisha McBride, Trayvon Martin, Rekia Boyd, Aiyana Stanley Jones, and so many others who they are killing, so many others who should have had the chance to be in our classrooms, who should have had the chance to simply be.<\/p>\n We write this in solidarity with Harriet Tubman, Ida B. Wells, Frederick Douglass, Sojourner Truth, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, and too many others stolen and gone, too many others who fought for us to be in this privileged place where we still have to fight for justice.<\/p>\n We write this in solidarity with\u00a0The Combahee River Collective<\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0#BlackLivesMatter<\/a>who knew and know we have to fight for and love all of us if any one of us is going to survive.<\/p>\n We write this in solidarity with you, Black students, here and elsewhere, and with those on the ground for over 100 days, four and a half hours, two seconds.<\/p>\n The living and the dead. We hear you. We see you.<\/p>\n In our classes we\u2019ll continue to do what we\u2019ve always done: teach about race, anti-Blackness, and White Supremacy. This has and will continue to put us in positions we have to defend. This has and will continue to compromise our jobs, our health, our relationships with other people who profess to be our colleagues. This has and will compromise relationships with partners who tell us with love we need to set better boundaries.<\/p>\n We\u2019re trying.<\/p>\n We study ourselves. We study, we live Black lives. We organize. We strategize. We march. We teach to nurture and resist. We don\u2019t always talk about the letters we write to administrators, the angry emails we send, the committees and task forces we serve on, the department meetings where we question and push for more, the colleagues who question our research, our presence, our skin, our manner of being. We don\u2019t always talk about the weight of pushing for more, more being basic equity, more being the right to exist without explanation or apology, more being the right to love and be loved.<\/p>\n What we do is not enough. It\u2019s never enough, but we\u2019ll keep on. We\u2019ll keep finding ways to do more. For all of us.<\/p>\n We\u2019re supposed to say views expressed herein are ours alone, but we believe that truth to be self-evident.<\/p>\n Some people who share our views will not sign this but they\u2019re still with us. The living and the dead.<\/p>\n We\u2019ve never been alone.<\/p>\n You already know your life matters. Know we\u2019re fighting with you and for you. With all of us. For all of us.<\/p>\n We got you.<\/p>\n We see you. We hear you. We love you.<\/p>\n