Thirty years ago I graduated from high school. I can still remember how excited I was getting ready to start college. I was salutatorian, of my high school graduating class. Tenths of a point separated me from the valedictorian and the student who was third. All three of us were interested in mathematics and science. We had not been told that as Blacks we weren’t supposed to do well in these areas.
Despite the dismantling of discrimination practices, being a Black female seems harder to me in today’s world. Perhaps it is because I took so much for granted during my public school years. Sure, I was younger, but I was also excelling in school. Most of my friends were excelling as well. Even though we competed against one another, it was never negative. Of course, all of my friends and teachers were Black. Could that have had any bearing on my feelings then and my feelings now being one of only very few Blacks and even fewer Black females in higher education?
During my public school years and in college I was surrounded by strong Black role models. These individuals were not just adults, but also my peers. They challenged me in a manner that made me extend myself to greater heights and never doubt my abilities. My career goal was to become a research mathematician. Upon graduation from college, I was ready to pursue my career. But where? It was then that the hard, cold fact hit me. Who would hire a Black female research mathematician in the south in 1969?
The 1970s
