Dear New Mayor of Chicago

Dear New Mayor of Chicago, 

Growing up in Englewood on the south side of Chicago in the late 1970s through the 1980s reminds me of walking from 72^ndand Green Streets to 68^thand Morgan to my aunt’s house on a Friday afternoon to spend the weekend with her. It reminds me of the huge pot she used on Saturday to prepare the “After Church Meal” that I thought about so much during Sunday’s service that it was hard to concentrate on the pastor’s message. Englewood reminds me of my beloved 8^thgrade teacher, Mary Tracy, at Simon Guggenheim Elementary (now Excel Academy of Englewood), who was the only person who believed I could become a writer. Englewood reminds me of our rival a few blocks away, Amos Alonzo Stagg Elementary (now Stagg School of Excellence), who made it their business to challenge us to the long-standing fight on Fridays after school. My husband of 30 years graduated from Stagg. The Englewood I knew is gone. Englewood and so many other south and west side neighborhoods have become a shell of themselves.  

A never-ending sea of vacant and ugly lots now replaces the land where once burgeoning businesses and modest, yet tidy houses stood. Lots that look like the sets of futuristic science fiction movies where all the humans have been wiped away line the streets, block after block, back-to-back, side-by-side. The absence of humanity and care will change a landscape. Weeds and grass make their way up from the concrete graves that covered them so long ago. Debris takes up permanent residence like squatters. Tumbleweeds, like the desert plains of the Wild West, blow untamed down sidewalks. Shopping centers once frequented by the young and young at heart looking for their next spiffy, slick, or sharp outfits are now abandoned wastelands. Their rusted and dilapidated marquis are bent like the arthritic backs of old men. The sides of buildings that have the nerve to still exist are hard on the eyes and heavy on the heart. It would be better if graffiti artists had their way with them. However, Englewood can rise to new heights because of the slivers of improvement there. 

Kennedy-King College underwent a makeover and is a strong presence. The new Englewood Square at 63^rdand Halsted Streets house a new Whole Foods, Starbucks, Chipotle, and Dress Code clothing store. Community activists are taking matters into their own hands. In fact, one woman's crusade turned a dilapidated home into a community center¹. The Resident Association of Greater Englewood (R.A.G.E.)² is an organization that is fighting hard to address problems in the community. But much more can be done. You, New Mayor of Chicago, have the power to change all of this. 

Downtown Chicago is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful parts of our city and nation. It attracted 55.2 million tourists in 2017³, while parts of the city like Englewood, the west side, and other neighborhoods are left in squalor. I want you to attract more new businesses to Englewood and other ignored areas on the south and west sides of Chicago. Allocate the Tax Increment Financing (TIF) to bring economic development to the forgotten parts of this great city. After all, “nearly half of the $1.3 billion in TIF went to downtown and surrounding areas.”⁴ Restore my beloved Englewood and other neighborhoods to places where our children and grandchildren can create beautiful memories like mine. You can do it, New Mayor. 

Sincerely, SAGFE

¹Micah Materre, “Woman, Neighborhood Turn Dilapidated Englewood Home Into Community Center.” WGN News on the Web. 1 Dec. 2017. 22 Oct. 2018. 

²https://ragenglewood.org

³Josh Noel, “Chicago Tourism Numbers Hit Record High, Topping 55M in 2017.” Chicago Tribune on the Web. 13 Jan. 2018. 15 Oct. 2018. 

⁴Ben Jaravsky, “Who Wins and Loses in Rahm’s TIF Game?” Chicago Reader on the Web. 26 Mar. 2015. 15 Oct. 2018. 

Women of the Past Lead the Way

Pioneers. Trailblazers. Way-makers. Madam C. J. Walker, Mae Jemison, and Maya Angelou are a few amazing women who earned these well-known titles. They set the examples and inspire women today. Plato, the Greek philosopher said, “Necessity is the mother of invention.” But I say, “Out of necessity comes progress.” Feel free to use that. One woman pioneered progress through hair care and created a million dollar business. Another woman blazed a trail that smoothed the path for one who followed, and two way-making women who never met know what it’s like to be caged. 

Let’s meet the pioneer. Sarah Breedlove, known as Madam C.J. Walker (1867-1919), lost some of her hair due to a scalp condition, so she created her own hair care line by experimenting with treatments she bought from the store and those she created at home. She advertised her hair care treatment then eventually began doing demonstrations of the “Walker method” in which she used pomade and hot combs. She promoted her business in the U.S., Caribbean and Latin America, opened factories, and became the first self-made female millionaire in America.¹ Fast forward. Tired of bondage to relaxers, Whitney White turned a natural hair tutorial into an empire. White started her own YouTube channel in 2009, and it now has over a million subscribers. She has 673,000 Instagram followers @naptural85. Madam C.J. sure was onto something. Today, the black hair industry is now a $2.7 billion (yes, with a B) business and since 2013, it increased 7%.² Let’s meet our trailblazer, Dr. Mae Jemison. 

Mae Carol Jemison (1956 - ), the first African-American woman to fly into space, graduated on our side of town from Morgan Park High School in 1973 and obtained her M.D. in 1981. She entered the NASA Astronaut Training Program in 1992 but had to apply twice. Fluent in Swahili, Russian, and Japanese, she inspires young people today through her company, The Jemison Group.³ Jemison made history by becoming a first. Joan E. Higginbotham is the third African-American woman to fly into space. She didn’t have to apply, though. She was chosen.

Joan E. Higginbotham, like Jemison, graduated from a Chicago School (Whitney Young Magnet High School) in 1982. Higginbotham worked at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida as an engineer. Her subsequent promotions lead her to work with the Columbia and Atlantis space shuttles. Higginbotham didn’t have to apply to the Astronaut Training Program. NASA selected her. Like, tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Girl, you going into space.” She went to the Johnson Space Center in Texas to train, and in 2006, NASA launched her into space where her primary job was to operate the Space Station Remote Manipulator System.⁴ Now, I’m no NASA expert, but based on the title, it sounds like she controlled the movements of the space station. Another great woman in history is Maya Angelou, a way-making literary giant.

Maya Angelou (1928 – 2014) is known for her poetry. Most notably “On the Pulse of the Morning,” and “Phenomenal Woman.” She wore many hats as a director, editor, playwright, essayist, civil rights activist, educator, and writer. This superstar served on committees for Presidents Ford and Carter. She received awards from Presidents Clinton and Obama. Her novel, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” became a film in 1979, and her poems provide the emotions that Janet Jackson’s character recited in the 1993 film, “Poetic Justice.”⁵ Like Angelou, Michelle Alexander, a civil rights lawyer, Professor, New York Times Columnist and author knows a thing or two about caged birds. 

Alexander’s book, “The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness” won the NAACP Image Award for best non-fiction in 2011. Her book blasts wide open the notion that since slavery ended, we are no longer in bondage. Quite the contrary. She said that mass incarceration is the new Jim Crow and that “We have not ended racial caste in America; we have merely redesigned it.” Her book is used in college curriculums and is cited in judicial decisions. It has created a whole new group of prison reform activists.⁶

The bottom line is this: women’s history is connected to our present. We are linked not only because of our gender, but because we inspire each other. We nurture, teach and set the path for the next generations. Madam Walker inspired women at the turn of the century. Whitney White inspired women at the beginning of a new decade. Mae Jemison and Joan Higginbotham are products of Chicago. Angelou and Alexander both know a thing or two about cages. Look hard enough, and you will see the connections in your circle of women, too. 

Sources:

^{1, 3}Biography.com
²Dandy, Brittany. “[Watch] Whitney White Turned Her Youtube Platform Into a Booming Natural Hair Career.” Black Enterprise. 18 Sept. 2015.
www.blackenterprise.com/whitney-white-turned-her-youtube-platform-in-a-booming-natural-hair-career. Accessed March 9, 2019.
⁴Ahmed, Neima. “Joan Elizabeth Higginbotham (1964 - )” 4 Nov. 2018. www.blackpast.org/african-american-history/higginbotham-joan-elizabeth-1964. Accessed March 9, 2019. 
⁵Smith, Troy L. “5 Films to Remember Maya Angelou By.” Cleveland.com. 28 May 2014. Accessed March 9, 2019. 
⁶newjimcrow.com/about-the-author

An Onyx in the Midst: A Black Business Professional Explains How To Manage Racism in the Job Market

Watching David* navigate at a Heating, Ventilation, Air-Conditioning/Refrigeration (HVAC/R) conference room full of business professionals was like witnessing a lion in its natural habitat. He was smooth, laid back, and projected an image like he belonged there. He was charismatic and flowed in conversation from one person to the next as if he had practiced his whole life, and now it was as natural as breathing. In return, his counterparts treated him respectfully, embracing him into their unique club. David was one of them, and had every right to be there. There was only one difference. David was black, and all his counterparts were white. 

I had an opportunity to talk to David about his experience being the only black person in a room full of non-blacks.

Beverly: What would you say is your key piece of advice for black people and the job force?

David: Make sure you’re employable. Learn as many different things as possible. Pick a field that is in demand, because if it’s in demand, that means there are a lot of opportunities out there.

Beverly: What fields do you recommend off the top?

David: Any field that happens to be a trade. There are lots of opportunities for women in the trades. Learn as much as you can about that field.

Beverly: Do you see more women enter the trades compared to five years ago – ten years ago?

David: Absolutely.

Beverly: How important is going to networking events? I mean, when I worked for a corporation  - now mind you, I was there for 25 years - I rarely networked.

David: Very important. Either join a network or create your own. It’s easier to join one that exists. You can do this by volunteering. The problem with that is a lot of people don’t want to volunteer. They just want to take, take, take.

Beverly: When you say, “take, take, take,” you mean money?

David: No. I mean they don’t want to give of their time. They’d rather go watch sports.

Beverly: Having been the only black person in many situations and venues, how do you handle a racist remark or joke outside the corporate environment such as an office party?

David: That never happened to me.

Beverly: Really?

David: No. You always present yourself in a professional manner with high self-esteem. But if it happens, you simply say, “Hey!” 

[Holds hand up as if to stop someone from coming forward and hardens his face simultaneously.]

Beverly: Okay. But I’m sure it has happened in some format in the workplace. What can a person say in that situation?

David: You calmly say to the person, “Look. We all have a job to do. If you’d like, we can address this with Human Resources.” Make sure you know the organization’s policies and procedures/dos and don’ts. And know that these procedures apply to everybody – managers, front line employees, supervisors, vice-presidents and the CEO.

Beverly: So the answer is to remain calm and not get angry and punch the person in the throat?

David: [LAUGHS]

Beverly: What other bits of advice can you give us?

David: Just make sure you stay employable. Stay informed on changes and updates in your field. Educate yourself. Don’t be afraid to change fields, if necessary. Don’t be afraid to change careers. 

Finally, I asked David how he became so ambitious and driven. He told me he saw his family members get laid off from the steel mills in Chicago. When that happened, he said it seemed like their lives ended. When he was growing up, he decided he didn’t want to be like that, so he decided to get a trade. That was over 35 years ago. 

*Name has been changed. 

To the Graduates of 2018

The African proverb says, “It takes a village to raise a child,” but I say it also takes a village to bring one to graduation. It takes getting up early to get the children to school on time. It takes having enough soap and detergent and deodorant and lotion and Vaseline and hair products and toothpaste. It takes coming home from an eight hour workday plus a two hour commute to cook dinner and check homework and not just look to see the assignment, but whether or not it is done correctly and completely. It takes helping them with their schoolwork, and if you don’t understand it, you get the help first. It takes leaving work early or taking a day off so you can get them to their wellness checkups so they can stay healthy and don’t have to miss school and an important test whether for third grade spelling or the ANET, NWEA, or ACT. It takes making them a good breakfast or getting them to school early so a growling stomach doesn’t distract them from what they know. 

It takes checking their backpacks for trash but more importantly, finding old graded papers you never saw so you can help them correct the answers they got wrong. It takes scraping down deep into your pockets and purses and under couches to dig up $11 for a field trip. It takes going to report card pickup and getting to know their teachers and mandatory meetings. It takes supporting them in every possible way not just sometimes, but every day. It takes a whole support system.

After my oldest daughter graduated with her Bachelor of Science in Education, we were in the parking lot walking toward the car. I heard some laughter and looked over to see a graduate walking with his arm around an older man. What I heard epitomizes the African proverb. The graduate said loudly, “Eh, man! Thanks for giving me gas money to get to school!” 

So here’s to all the mothers, fathers, uncles, aunties, brothers, sisters, cousins, grandmothers, grandfathers, Godparents and neighbors down the street that helped a graduate reach that light at the end of the tunnel. 

Congratulations, Graduates of Twenty-Eighteen!

An Open Letter to the Democratic Nominee for President of the United States of America

            The personal attacks shown on the campaign trail remind me of elementary and high school bullies. Candidates who run for President of the United States of America should never engage in mocking, name-calling or personal attacks on one’s appearance. For instance, when a teacher stoops to the level of a child and engages in a back and forth, everybody loses. The adult should remain just that – an adult. 

            These attacks belong on a television entertainment network. They look and sound fictitious, and I cannot believe they are real and coming from a candidate for the U.S. presidency. Our forefathers are not just turning over in their graves but are raging in them. Where’s the diplomacy? What happened to respect? Where’s the maturity? It disgraces the candidates and sickens me. I believe they are pandering to American’s addiction to reality television, a phenomenon that has gained momentum as of late. This is not reality television. We are voting for the new leader of the United States of America, not watching reality TV.

            Whichever of you becomes the Democratic nominee, do not insult the intelligence of the American people by showing that you are better at “playing the dozens” or as the current saying goes, “throwing shade.” Do not, I repeat, do not fall for the desire to revert back to childish behavior when you are personally attacked or mocked. Stay above the fray. Maintain your dignity. You can win this election by speaking about the issues that face our country and your plan to solve them, not by mocking someone's thirst or insulting the way he wears his hair.

The Black Millennials: The New Revolutionaries Fighting the War on Our Heads

            Hair. Black Women. Say those words, and you will open a conversation the size of the universe. The truth of the matter is that we black women have always had a love-hate relationship with our hair. I know I have. This relationship was passed down from our mothers (bless their hearts) who received it from their mothers. I harbor no animosity or ill feelings about what they did. After all, they did their best to fit in and assimilate in a society to survive. Maybe they did it because they simply did not know how to care for their natural hair, and they felt they had more options by straightening it.  However, it is undeniable that there is a natural black hair movement happening right now.  

More and more, little by little, I see 20-somethings and 30-somethings wearing their natural hair. In schools, I see children of those Millennials wearing their natural hair. Puffs, braids, and twists abound among the students in elementary and high schools, and I love it.  It looks like freedom to me. Freedom from hot combs, dangerous chemicals, and too-tight braids. I have seen kindergarten children with extensions, and it saddens me because it puts the child at risk for hair loss, negates the love of her natural hair, and prevents her from getting to know it. Extensions, weaves, and relaxers offer versatility; however, they bind us in a never-ending cycle of debt and psychological prison. I know. I have spent thousands of dollars on relaxers since I was 14-years-old. My three daughters are prime examples of those stuck in this cycle.

One of my biggest regrets is allowing my then 13-year-old to get micro braids when she was a freshman in high school. She is now in her twenties, and is so dependent on OPH (other people’s hair) that she is uncomfortable without it. Ever. Unfortunately, sisters emulate each other, and now her two younger sisters are stuck in the same cycle. The good news is that we are having conversations about natural hair. Even better news is that I am the first in our family to go natural. It’s been nearly six months since I relaxed my hair – this from a person who faithfully relaxed every 6-8 weeks for decades. 

Does this mean I will not straighten my hair with a flat iron? Well, not yet, but I’m working on it. It does mean that I will no longer put the dangerous chemicals of a relaxer in my hair. Color? That’s another story – not quite ready to go gray yet. If it had not been for the influence of the natural black millennials, I would not have the courage to step out of the cycle. So, to you, I say, Thank you! 

Photo courtesy of Smiley Joy, my youngest daughter