In my professional life, I am frequently the only black person in the room. The exam room, the workroom, the conference room, the coffee room, and the lecture room. I’ve become accustomed to the heaviness of this fact though never forget that I am in these spaces because of the sacrifices of others before me.
This letter touched me and forced me to remember…
Godgive Umozurike reflects on the power of names and how hers was misunderstood by others. But through witnessing her mother’s struggle during a traumatic episode, she discovered the true strength behind her own name and the deeper meaning of healing.