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Black Lives Matter

Volume 13 Issue 4 (Rolling)
​August - September 2020

Awakening: One Story, My Story

8/4/2020

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Iku Nwosu | Queen's University School of Medicine, Class of 2022

“You have to tell the whole truth, the good and the bad, maybe some things that are uncomfortable for some people.”
- John Lewis (1940-2020)  


I have never sat down and documented my experiences as a Black woman. I think this is partially because I, like many Black women, have dedicated a lot of time assimilating and distancing myself from tropes that are associated with my Blackness. Still, at times these tropes become labels that I cannot avoid. This concept of tropes – the “angry Black woman”, the “sassy Black woman”, and even the “strong Black woman” have lingered in my mind as well as all my interactions subconsciously for years. I certainly do not want my story to become part of any stereotypes or to be implicated as the experience of other Black women – perhaps another reason I have not written much of this down. However, individual experiences are qualitative evidence – they are valid and I hope they can contribute to learning especially within my personal circles.
 
I named this piece Awakening because that is how my story begins and it is a recurring theme in snippets of my life so far. It begins the moment in my childhood where I realized being Black was different and to some people, “a big deal.”
 
I became awake to it.
 
I did not grow up initially thinking my skin colour was something of note. The people I loved and admired the most were Black. Some people were also Black or not Black – it was that simple. Just like any non-Black person does not grow up thinking their race is going to be this definitive aspect of their identity, I grew up the same. As a child, you are probably not thinking about how your race could impact your experience making friends, getting jobs, or even within public structures like health care and the criminal justice system. I was not awakened to this fact on one particular day of elementary school, but rather it was a compilation of what I saw in mass media and having other children comment on our differences. There were few Black characters or even Disney Princesses when I was young to dress up as in costumes. There has always been odd commentary when people try to dress up as characters that do not “look like them” - as if this really should matter. Suddenly, I was 7 years old and very aware of my Blackness.
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Me (at not likely 7 years old but I love this photo!)
​My story of awakening is also a story of untangling myself from my own anti-Blackness.
 
I would describe myself as outspoken, social, and keen. I have always been keen when it came to academics but also keen to get to know people deeply and earn their respect. Still, I have always had this feeling that at the forefront of who I am is my race. I constantly feel like in each of my initial interactions with people, that I am dismantling stereotypes they may come in with – this may be a pessimistic approach, but I have always found it to be the safest. In light of the recent Black Lives Matter protests, I have come to realize how much of how I viewed myself was tainted by internalized racism. Imagine growing up and consuming content all the time that is covertly or overtly anti-Black. The same anti-Black content that non-Black people subconsciously internalize is what most Black people are also exposed to and internalize. Sebene Selassie, meditation teacher and author, described it like a form of “double consciousness”, surviving in an anti-Black world but also being a Black individual. Outside of historical fiction, Black people were more often portrayed in relation to gang and gun violence, as troublemakers in school, or as sidekicks lacking depth. Films like Akeelah and the Bee where a young Black girl from a poor background eventually wins the National Spelling Bee were constant replays because frankly, there was not much else remotely positive that centered young Black girls. Even in elementary school, I remember constantly watching the Black kids be treated as “the bad kids” and experiencing this at times myself.  As discussed in Netflix’s Dear White People, you become scared of your own community and its potential for violence. Concurrently, you become scared of being perceived as violent or as the other negative tropes that are constantly shown in mass media. A survival tactic is to distance yourself so far from this so that you are non-threatening, can assimilate, and succeed – so I did this and have continued to do it until this point.
 
My story of awakening includes recognizing the need for the Black role model – the feeling was palpable for me when a Black role model was in a space.
 
Black role models have not been in short supply in my life. My parents are well-educated and self-employed business owners, my late maternal Grandfather was a well-loved physician and senator in Nigeria, I have physicians, engineers, nurses, teachers, and everything in between on both sides of my family. I think it showed throughout my life as I always knew and was often told how much potential I had and saw what I could achieve. Yet, there is something truly comical about being asked if I knew how to speak English while dressed in full professional attire at my Bed & Breakfast the morning of my Queen’s Medicine interview -  my Grandfather himself gave a full speech, in English, to a class of medicine graduates in Nigeria in 1989. My Grandmother was also an English teacher and eventually a principal. Microaggressions like this are painful because they reveal to how much (often white) people do not understand the state of knowledge in BIPOC communities around the world. The same ignorance is riddled throughout anti-immigrant rhetoric, despite Canada being built through settlers with the ideology of colonialism, and this hatred is rarely directed towards white immigrant populations.
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Black role models; My parents, Chioma Emezie-Nwosu and Zubbi Nwosu at their matriculation and Bachelor’s degree convocation respectively. Both went on to pursue Master’s degress in the U.K.
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Black role models; My late grandfather, Dr. (Senator) Elijah Emezie, - physician and founder of his own rural hospital (St. Luke’s Hospital Orlu)
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Black role models; My grandparents in front of their house in our village in Nkwerre, Nigeria.
Black role models however, were in short supply in all my public institutions. I had three Black teachers from Kindergarten to Grade 12 and I can name them: Mrs. Findlay, grade 7, Mr. Kouadio, grade 8, and Mrs. Brown, grade 12. Not coincidently, these teachers are also among the ones who I never felt doubted my abilities. Throughout school I often found my teachers described me as excelling in a way that seemed to surprise them – it was never clear to me why. I do not think my elementary school had a single Black teacher on staff the entire time I was there. I mention these teachers because yes, having Black teachers did make a difference to me. Seeing them always made me feel safer and my presence among my peers felt more normalized. It is challenging to describe the feeling of being a child or teenager, and just instantly feeling a bit more like you belong. This is the power of representation – a privilege that many do not recognize they have. Imagine yourself in school and never seeing a teacher that looked like you – not even in the hallways - not the most comfortable reality to picture. Yet, this is the norm for many Black children growing up in Canada. Even in the “cultural mosaic” that was Mississauga for me, the lack of explicitly Black representation or even Black celebration in our education was notable.
 
My story of awakening continued in higher education where I have discovered in short, the existence of ongoing institutional racism and the ignorance of students, faculty, and community members to this fact.
 
My undergraduate experience can be summarized by two main realizations. The first being that the war on drugs is really a war on poor and racialized communities as I have never seen more drugs so openly used as I have within “elite” university populations. As someone who grew up seeing drug use only portrayed in racialized communities and perhaps in elite corporate culture, its normality in everyday life was astounding. This alongside the copious amounts of binge-drinking that many of my peers attested to participating in since early in high school (I cannot relate). The second was that dating culture is certainly not the same experience for Black women. A lot of my interactions at outings consist of filtering out fetishization from genuine interest or having people suggest only Black men towards me because they assumed only those men would have an interest in me. 
 
I can say that although I attend a heavily white institution for medical school, Queen’s, I truly am surrounded by the most open-minded and inclusive friends – the majority of whom are BIPOC. It was a disheartening experience to learn within the first two months at Queen’s Medicine that from 1918 to 1965, my school had a formal ban on Black medical students[1]. A ban that was still technically in documentation until it was formally repealed in 2018 – the year I started at Queen’s. At one point it felt like everyone I knew had felt the need to send or tag me in articles about this – a constant reminder of the mistakes of the institution I would be attending for four years. I always ask myself, when Queen’s put this ban on Black medical students into effect, where was the public outrage? Where was the support for these students from all the other medical institutions in our country that are supposedly faultless? I am curious what is yet to be revealed about the racist practices of institutions in their history. In my eyes, it was obvious that the intergenerational effect of this was still occurring at Queen’s due to the blatant lack of Black medical students.
 
In March of this year, I was grateful to attend the historic inaugural meeting for the Black Medical Students’ Association of Canada in Toronto. Being in a room full of people in your field who look like you is a privilege that many Black medical students do not have every day. It was invigorating and rejuvenating of many things I believe about representation that I felt like I was starting to lose sight of. The family we have across Canada is undeniable and listening to their experiences, some being the only Black student in their class, saddened me. Through my work as Co-Director of Communications hereafter, I have further disentangled some of the internalized racism I had towards the knowledge and potential of Black students. Many believe Black students are not in medical school because they lack merit and for a time, I bought into this as well. However, I can confidently say now that meritocracy is an illusion that benefits those that life already favours with opportunities and who do not experience systemic oppression. We need our system to reward individuals with consideration of the various backgrounds, context, and circumstances that result in the advantages or disadvantages applicants may face.
 
Now let’s talk about silence.
 
Institutional racism also became evident to me when a Dermatology lecture could start with “I’ve pretty much for all of the slides given examples of Caucasian skin. […] once we move through today and move forwards into the months and hopefully years ahead, hopefully I’ll be able to come and I will bring you other skin types.” Spoiler: there has never been a session during our Dermatology block or any time in the upcoming years of medical school scheduled for lectures on Skin of Colour– this was an empty promise. A start like this would have gone unquestioned if not the for the vocal advocacy of myself, one of few Black students in our medical school. I hope in response to recent calls to allyship, others will feel comfortable advocating loudly alongside me to direct curricular change. It is also important for institutions to act on the saying, “nothing about us, without us.” The desire and act of not consulting Black stakeholders is rooted in white supremacy and superiority in our culture. Seeing Black people as the most knowledgeable makes people uncomfortable and it should not when you are talking about changes that impact the Black experience.
 
It is eye-opening to see classmates and future physicians who are normally vocal about their own life affairs and perhaps select issues like climate change or feminism, be completely silent when it comes to advocating for Black lives. It is in seeing people post and like content about #MedBikini who never did the same for the Black Lives Matter movement even though “professionalism” biases affect Black women in even greater magnitudes (many of whom would not feel comfortable sharing a bikini photo publicly out of these fears). This awakened me to a simple realization: receiving a medical school acceptance letter does not guarantee any individual is empathetic. In many ways, I have realized that people in medicine are among those with the largest egos. Many forget that medicine is a public service funded by the federal government, inherently political, and that these deceivingly “soft” social issues are actually blatant health concerns for the people you will treat. Furthermore, people in medicine are among those who may never have their ego checked again due to how society holds us on a pedestal. In June, Toronto Board of Health declared anti-Black racism a public health crisis and this sentiment has been shared among physicians and health organizations internationally. Yet, numerous medical students, the future of this profession, think that ignoring this issue is completely okay. Thank you to those who have acted otherwise and believe that participating in this movement and becoming an ally hereafter is part of an ethical obligation we have as a part of medicine. It is important to do so without projecting your own white guilt onto Black individuals who actually live with racism on a daily basis. All of this is not about white guilt, it’s about actions to centre on and change the experiences of Black people. My inbox is always open to those who are still finding their way and may need a hand.
 
My story of awakening is also a story of acceptance.
 
Acceptance of my community and all their potential despite others’ attempts to claim otherwise. And acceptance of myself, love for who I am, and all that I am capable of doing for the good fight.​
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Happy me in Prague the summer before starting medical school in 2018.
References:
​[1] https://healthsci.queensu.ca/blog/1918-ban-black-medical-students-addressing-our-past-discrimination-promote-diversity-future
35 Comments
Awesome dear
8/4/2020 06:05:37 pm

Please unleash the writer in you: the likes of Chimanmadu and beyond

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Joyce
8/4/2020 06:53:26 pm

Very proud of you darling, you are a role model to your generation and your family. Praying for more grace to release more and more article. 👍🏼👌

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SOBY ENIM-UTIARUK
8/5/2020 12:10:16 am

Great treatise done on the subject. Proud of you dearie. Keep your stand for what is right always and be the voice of the voiceless. God bless you.

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Eziafakaku Nwokolo
8/5/2020 01:37:33 am

Awesome article my dear. Proud of you. At least there’re people in your generation that will change the narrative or otherwise willing to keep the dialogue alive

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Anthony Emezie
8/5/2020 02:25:15 am

This is the experience of most Blacks. Iku, you have analysed and communicated it brilliantly. You have a unique gift. Use it to change the world for the better. Well done.

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Chioma Emezie-Nwosu
8/5/2020 04:08:38 am

Excellent writeup. Keep the flag flying and keep dighting to make things better.

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Ijeoma Ezigbo
8/5/2020 05:23:58 am

Well written Iku and excellently articulated. There is renewed hope in me for the next generation. Proud of our heritage and super proud of your achievement and the strength to rise above and make a difference towards changing the narrative. Well done!

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Peggy
8/5/2020 06:17:18 am

Very well articulated! This is awesome - taking leadership and engaging in "the conversation" . 'Looking forward to more of your thoughts...Super proud of you!

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ogechi edosio
8/5/2020 08:50:48 am

really lovely write up Kudos

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JULIET EMEGHARA
8/5/2020 09:17:02 am

Great job Iku! Extremely impressive and well articulated. You have done what many fear to do - address the elephant in the room! Your parents have doned terrific job! May the sky be your limit!

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Eno Inyang
8/5/2020 09:44:59 am

Excellent write up Iku. Proud of you and keep speaking up for yourself and others coming after you.

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Tony Offor
8/5/2020 09:53:28 am

Excellent piece. This must be the start for you Iku.

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Iyenemi
8/5/2020 11:20:33 am

Iku, this is so impressive and truly an awakening. It's nice to be able to express yourself. Better out than internalized. Go girl!

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Henry Odi Emezie
8/5/2020 11:47:12 am

Iku, referencing legendary JL (1940-2020) your article was a masterpiece! Awakening; "One story, My story" truly conveyed the teachings of JL. Be assured you are not alone! I am happy you succinctly captured the narratives of the whole truth of the good & bad and some things uncomfortable beyond "Black Lives Matter" This is a new dawn of rude awakening and renewed hope for us all! Aptly stated and elated!

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Obi Emezie
8/5/2020 01:57:01 pm

Iku dearest this is both awesome and humbling
Tremendously well articulated
Keep it up 👍 👍👍

Uncle Obi

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Jane Nwakoby
8/5/2020 02:20:18 pm

Well done Iku! What a fascinating write up! You’ve articulated your thoughts, arguments, and ideas clearly and effectively! Way to go girl! 👍🏽

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Lilian Imo
8/5/2020 03:02:10 pm

An insightful and thought-provoking piece. You did a great job baring your mind, while stripping yourself bare in honest self-examination; all to persuasively convey how your own personal life journey has brought you to this place of awakening on a subject matter many black professionals rather steer safely away from engaging. Your convictions are strong; your perspective, authentic; the strides you're making, brave and bold. I feel proud seeing in the fervour of your 'one story', a hopeful representation of the power that your generation holds in carrying this cause forward to a long-awaited resolution. May your spirit never wane, as you continue to do the necessary good work of facing down this monster.
Well done, Iku.

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Osita Udenson
8/5/2020 03:28:54 pm

So eloquently articulated. Continue amplifying the need for positive representation. You are a shinning light.

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Ijeoma Nwankwo
8/5/2020 03:37:38 pm

This is a flawlessly written testament of blackness. No matter how we try to mute the subject, the realities are overwhelming. Thanks Iku for upping the debate.

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Ijeoma Nwogu-Omekam
8/5/2020 06:01:45 pm

Excellent narrative. Well done Iku.

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Zerry Ihekwaba (Queens M.Sc '92, PhD '96)
8/5/2020 07:30:15 pm

Very incisive and thought-provoking piece. The sentiments expressed, those challenges and implicit biases experienced, can and should be addressed by Queen's. Life at Queen's during my time in Engineering was tasking and rewarding though. And I believe that the Alma Mater Society (AMS) is a good vehicle to anchor and demand change institutionally and with programs to confront individual implicit biases. The AMS must work in concert with the various faculty associations and Graduate Students Association as well. Stay the course as you are on a pathway to a worthy cause.

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Bukky Lawal.
8/5/2020 11:23:51 pm

Valid thoughts well articulated. Keep it flowing, you can change the world!

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IKE EMEZIE
8/6/2020 04:33:23 am

A masterpiece with great literary prowess. Well done Iku

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Ada Nwosu
8/6/2020 07:25:49 am

Wow love love your article! Very inspiring and well written! You spoke the truth, your truth, your experience in a world where we have to stand out to be heard and seen! Keep soaring and excelling in all you do! You hold your audience in captivity to your last word lol! The world surely needs someone like you! Looking forward to many more articles, books etc from you! Super proud of you my dear! Keep up the excellent work!!!

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Sonia Igboanugo
8/6/2020 08:56:07 am

Wow, Iku this is brilliant! Thank you for sharing your story. You’ve articulated your thoughts so eloquently and powerfully!

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Kwavi Agbeyegbe link
8/6/2020 10:16:01 am

An excellent depiction of the black experience in most countries with a predominantly white population. Thank you for being transparent and uncovering your own biases which prompted me and perhaps others to look at their own hidden biases.
Keep up the great work in standing out with your voice to change the narrative around the black experience.

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Chika Nya-Etok
8/6/2020 03:46:31 pm

Very well articulated. And I love the photos accompanying the stories proudly celebrating your first class family heritage. Fiercely proud of you, girl. Keep the flag flying high.

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chinelo obidile
8/6/2020 09:11:07 pm

So proud of you darling.

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Chinyere Michael-Esse
8/6/2020 10:31:25 pm

awesome read. Keep it up.

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Ijeoma Okwuchi
8/7/2020 07:58:27 am

This was a joy to read, Iku. Brilliantly written, well structured and deeply impactful. Well done!

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Eberechi Ebeze
8/8/2020 09:11:44 am

Great piece Ikuu. Very candid and thorough reflections that provide a deeper understanding of the challenges and fundamental issues faced by people of color. This self understanding, and commitment to make a difference is what will drive that needed change collectively and as individuals.

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Ihuoma Ogbonna
8/11/2020 06:25:48 pm

An insightful and brilliantly-articulated piece. Thank you, Iku.

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Abdulmateen Aderinto
8/13/2020 12:52:48 pm

Fantastic article Iku. Relatable and extremely thought provoking.

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Brenda Paco
8/13/2020 05:33:14 pm

Thank you for putting honest words and raw energy into sharing your experience. Your voice matters, your experiences are current and not something that can be brushed over as “ that was then”., thank you for standing tall....this this a call to Action! You are the Change!

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Kofi Oparaocha
9/6/2020 02:21:42 pm

What an inspiration to read. It reminds those of us who studied in diaspora in the 70's and 80's realities of being black, especially blacks directly out of Africa. I remembered being asked by my chemistry professor how I got here, to United States in 1976 since there were no cars, nor airplanes in Africa. I told him that I walked and that it took me one year to get here. He believed me and felt sorry for me....a professor of chemistry?, Yes a college professor.
My dear, I am really proud of your eloquence and keep climbing to the highest level. You are truly a "chip of the old block"

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    A Potential Role For Race In Medicine - Matt Gynn
    Awakening: One Story My Story - Iku Nwosu
    Interview With Aileen Agada - Kimberley Yuen
    Interview With Kwazzi Brown - Kimberley Yuen
    Learning Unlearning And Learning Again - Vincent Tang

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