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You Are Celebrated but Never Elevated
Yes, some might say it is a cliché; one lives in a world, well, in the Disunited Kingdom, where, as a black person, you have to work at least twice as hard as your white colleagues to succeed; this leads to a personality of wanting to please. One’s personality becomes excessively atuned to meeting others’ needs. The self, thus, becomes an illusion as one gets lost in the destitution of the heart.
As a student at university, this was my experience. The technicians sabotaged my work when they became aware that I was excelling. These so call white working-class technicians could not consternate me, a black man, bettering my white counterparts. And, so, in their eyes, I had to be bought down to the ground. Oh, those mornings of waking up at the crack of dawn, standing outside in the freezing cold in front of the workshop. My dreams were the lore that spurred me on. However, their intransigence slowly corroded the soul.
My managers demand that I perform as an employee and harbour no career advancement ambitions. I am the subservient fool, a tool to be used. I am solely there to further their career growth by ensuring they obtain KPIs.* My presence guarantees they achieve the results. I must be the good little black boy and be content with my lot. Consequently, I should frame my…
