I recently saw a cartoon depicting a white male executive and a black woman at the starting line of a race. Between the white man and the finish line were two small hurdles.
We were sitting across the table from each other, a glass of wine in front of each of us. I was a black woman, middle-aged. He was a white male, younger, although not young. It was all so civilized. A job interview. He was not the hiring manager, but was critical to the decision.
People often ask what I believe would help employees of color thrive at work. Many companies have declared a commitment to diversity and inclusion — to creating a level playing field where all employees have the opportunity to excel and be their authentic selves.
I spent the last two years embracing change at lightning speed — some of it good, some of it full of growing pains. Life brought changes that touched every aspect of my being — relationships, career, parents, kids, even my dogs.
I made a personal commitment to keep it extra real in 2015. I love social media for connecting, entertainment and the speed with which we’re able to satiate our natural curiosity. But let's be honest, if we're not careful, media can also have us believing the worst about humanity.
You know, sometimes, you hear something or read something and later read it again, or maybe just think about it, and you realize that you've dealt with it before.
Unless you’re Rip Van Winkle, you already know that people of color represent 92 percent of U.S. population growth, and women of color will comprise 53 percent of the female population by 2050.
Skittles. Too loud music. Hands up. An auto accident. A toy gun. All are prompts that remind me of the needless death of young black men over the last three years. Trayvon Martin was eating Skittles when he was shot. He was 17.
I realized that I was over-thinking the topic for this blog when I sat back and thought about something that was completely obvious: Why do we forget how resilient we are? In fact, why do we not embrace our power? After all, that is the one thing that has helped me achieve much of my success.
I swear, columnists are getting on my very last nerve. I would pull my hair out if it weren’t too short for me to grab. Once, while I was waiting to get my hair cut, I read yet another list telling me what women of color need to have or do to progress in corporate America.