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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.
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I would have stayed with the first attorney if she had not struck me and she had paid me what I was worth.
My "the last straw" moment involved a meeting that I had been planning for several weeks. I 'inherited' a new Sr.
I was hired as an office manager for a boutique graphic design agency and several months into the job, my boss fired all the higher-level (i.
I was a merchandising assistant for a huge retail clothing company and when my supervisor was asked to take on another line of work, I became primarily responsible for the two lines we had been working on previously.
Throughout my career I have experienced various levels of racism from very blatant to subtle comments. When I began my career at a large automotive company in Michigan I reported to a "good old boy" who worked for the company for more than 30 years. During my first month on the job during one of our one on one meetings he stated, "I don't think women or black people should be in the workforce." Needless to say I began documenting everything from that point on.
When I left the second financial services firm, I had a doubled-edged situation. My numbers were so high that they couldn't deny that. I wrote a report and my boss said to me, "You wrote this?" She was surprised that I could do it.
This one woman would never give me credit for my work. I would have to write the presentations, but she would get to present them. Then she would call me up to ask me about the information she was presenting, when she was supposed to know it.
In regards to the leadership, it wasn't just the color of their skin. The bank's old leadership was all white men and they were perfectly fine dealing with a short black woman in glasses. But the new bank wasn't ready for that.
