I am watching the protests around this country and realizing just how little people knew about the racism that black people still experience. I have sat in my department and listened to people complain about the protests without understanding what it is we are protesting.
We want justice and equality as a people!
I quickly realized that while I will always be a nurse, which I have always seen as my identity, I am black first.
My mind goes back to all those times I’ve had patients hand me their trash because they thought I was EVS, even though I wear the same ciel blue as all their previous nurses. I go back to the times where my patient assumed I was the tech and my white tech was the nurse, and looked almost dismayed when my tech corrected them. I go back to being called “n*gger” multiple times by patients who saw no issue with using the word and fully meant it as an insult. I go back to being the only black nurse on a shift and not being included in conversations.
I realize that I am a nurse but I have always been black first.
I am proud to be black.
I am proud to be a nurse.
Both of those things are a part of me, they are intertwined.
Instead of being angry at comments based on ignorance of what is really happening, I have started educating my coworkers. I am speaking on the black experience in this country. I now speak up about what police mean to black individuals. I speak on our experiences. I talk to my coworkers about racism at its core.
I don’t want to be the “angry black woman”, I want to be the black woman that educates on the black perspective.
I am a black nurse, I carry black experiences, I will not carry them quietly.