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Were they afraid we were planning a coup d'etat?
I spent my first summer during Columbia Law School at a firm in Philadelphia described as one of the best places in the city for black lawyers. I believed that if there was any place where I would have an equal chance at opportunities, be treated fairly and succeed, this would be it. There were three black female summer associates out of sixty that year but any time all three of us were in an office talking, one of the partners would knock on the door to see how we were doing. It happened too often to be a coincidence that sometimes we would purposely agree to meet in so-and-so's office to test our theory that we were being monitored. Like clock work, ten minutes after we would get together a partner would stop by.
I could have been a piece of furniture
- Workplace Unfairness
- Female
- African-American
- Computers, Software
- Education
- Business Travel
- Invisible
- Stereotyping
I had finished a long week finishing a photo shoot up in Seattle. It was cold, snowing. I was waiting to be picked up by a town car to take me to the airport. The limo driver walked right by me and asked the guy at the desk, "Where is Ms. Addington?" The guy told him he had walked right by me. It just didn't occur to him that a little black woman could be waiting for his car. That slight bothered me because after a week of getting high respect, telling people what to do, and "being the man," so to speak, this limo driver assumed it could not be me. I could have been a piece of furniture. He didn't even notice me. This was after a long week. It stung.