~~~~~SCENE: Sitting in my room, minding my Twitter. Housemate/grad student/fellow black girl appears in my doorway.
Housemate: Can I ask you something?
Housemate: Has your advisor ever suggested that you not apply for funding?
K: Ha. That’s cute. [pause] What was their reasoning?
Housemate: Well, he said I shouldn’t apply for funding right now because I might take some away from people who need it.
K: [stank face] Um…did you stop needing to get out of grad school all of a sudden?
K: [pause] Is he telling anyone else this?
Housemate: [side-eye–she’s the only person of color in her entire program and one of two in her college]
Housemate: What should I do?
K: Rack that shit up. Do you think the other graduate students are sitting in front of their computers thinking about you while they write their fellowship applications? Like, “maybe that cute brown girl across the room needs a summer research stipend and perhaps I should cool on this grant right here and let her have it”?
Housemate: Yeah. That’s what I thought.
K: Actually, I’d be pretty pissed if I were you.
Housemate: Oh, I was. Cried it out for fifteen minutes. Then tried to get back to writing. Wrote two sentences. Now I’m home.
K: Hmm. Well….I affirm you.
Housemate: [smiles] Thanks man.
~~~~*sigh. The micro-aggressions of racism in action.