This article by George Mason women's lacrosse coach Jessy Morgan originally appeared on “Behind the Whistle,” the official blog of the IWLCA.
I really dislike it when people make statements as if they represent an entire race of people. However, in this case there are so few of us, who’s going to stop me? And frankly the perspective needs to be discussed. I would first like to start off by saying race is a very sensitive subject, especially today. The opinions that I express are my own experiences that have given me a small glimpse inside the complex world of institutional racism and social biases.
It makes me cringe to think that there are people that don’t believe that these things exist, but they do. It’s even more surprising that if you had asked me in high school, I would have also vehemently denied the claim. I was in a bubble, a quaint little community called McDonogh, a college prep school where on weekends I went to Bar Mitzvahs and ate curry at birthday parties.
How was I to know that this welcoming and diverse community was a unique experience? At this point in my life I had no idea that the world saw race. I was truly blind to the inequalities faced by others in terms of color, sexuality and gender. I was just a young athlete having fun exploring my world through eyes that had never really been exposed to the harsh nature of adulthood.
Fast forward to the University of Virginia. Not exactly “Tobacco Road” but southern enough for a young Baltimore woman. It was there I first heard the “N-word,” saw segregation, and felt different. I want to be sure to say that my lacrosse experience was amazing and I can’t thank my coaches and teammates enough for supporting me whether they realized my struggle or not.
Virginia was where I would constantly be in huge lecture halls and be the only brown face. In a dorm of hundreds of kids, I’m the only black woman I see and now I’m being asked about my hair. “Can I touch it; how long does it take to blow dry?” For the record, this is not cute or endearing. If you are intrigued by the kink or curl in a person of color’s hair, let’s all agree to figure out a better, less science-experiment way of doing it. I’m not the authority on this, but trust me it gets old.