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Desiree Davidson
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.

Should she stay or go?

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That was a victory

Jory Vincent

I was working with a person who was selling the company something. He came to the corporate office to sell me something and he called me to meet him in the lobby. I came downstairs and he was standing there looking like he was thinking, "Where is she?" I walked up to him and he was like, "Jory? Jory?" I could tell by the look on his face that something in his head wasn't lining up. For me, that is what it was all about. I wanted to shake that up. You never know who you are talking to. He was going to go out into the world and think twice. I thought, "Yes!" That was a victory.