Saturday, March 14, 2015

Impostor syndrome and its manifestations

I've been playing something around in my head for a few days and thought that a good jotting down of ideas might serve it. Following my appearance at the All About Women Festival on the How to be a Feminist panel, there has been a hell of a lot of really wonderful feedback. People described the conversation as crucial and thanked me individually for my contribution to it. However, it was also pointed out by some that they would have liked to hear more from me in the discussion. Some even went so far as to state that the white feminists on the panel were not creating enough space for the feminists of colour (myself and Roxane Gay). 

I can't speak for Roxane's experiences here, though I did notice that both of us were quiet for large sections of the panel. I do know that I myself held back. I know that I was nervous as hell before I went up there and that when I was up there I had a hard time jumping into the conversation. I also felt that I wasn't deferred to as much by the anchor. All this is despite me knowing full well that I have worthy views to contribute to the conversation and indeed, considering I am a liberationist on multiple fronts there may even be a capacity for the imparting of useful and transferable knowledge.

But this is not the first time I have held back in such a scenario. I am an introvert by nature, so I could blame that but if I looked around the other women I was on the panel with, I really was not alone in that regard. Most actually showed high degrees of introversion and indeed, whilst the world is geared towards extroverts, in the fields of writing and knowledge (such as academia) I have consistently found that introverted types dominate. We get up on the stage, loudly proclaim our views, and then go searching for the nearest dark corner the minute we've finished convincing the world. I have previously done this in other panels and meetings in environments that are actually supportive by their nature but am starting to understand that this is more than a thing that I do. It is an actual phenomenon.

In the lead-up to the event, I consistently wondered how I could hold my own amongst such esteemed company. I mean these were women who, as I described to friends, had "done stuff". They had published books, had illustrious media careers, and had generated huge followings and even huge derision proving their points. I even went so far as to refer to myself as a "diversity quota". Never mind that I am actually a published writer who appears on the radio every other week, has a large number of panels and lectures under her belt and a heap of articles which have generated big readerships. Nope, despite those facts and the amount that they were pointed out by my dear friends, I still questioned myself being up there and the worth of my contribution.

It was when someone said to me that I had "impostor syndrome" that I gained a bit of awareness into what was going on in my head. The idea that someone can believe they are worthy of less space due to their position in society is something women come across all the time. And it is socially reinforced. I mean, the fact that it's a big deal that QandA actually had an all-women panel FINALLY because they have shown time and time again that women's voices are not as necessary (think re: their domestic violence panel) is just crazy. The fact that Catherine Deveny could have been criticised for dominating the space and interupting when she actually didn't is even more crazy. Women are not entitled to take up space in the same way that men are according to society, and we see this played out over and over again. Whether it's women talking in a board meeting or walking home alone, it's the same thing. It needs to stop. Men need to create the space and not judge the comments of women as being less worthy, as being biased, as being non-neutral.

So to translate this then to my experiences of being on a panel: black women are socially not as entitled to take up space as white women. Our experiences are special, are marginal and therefore, no matter how much we may have achieved, reside on the periphery. This is part self-perpetuating and part socially-reinforced. I've already mentioned how I felt about jumping in, about how my experiences weigh up against the experiences of others and I am acutely aware that a lifetime of marginalisation makes me feel that way. It's utter rubbish. It's something that I need to work on. I mean, I have delivered lectures and conference papers with no problems at all and it's because when in my own space, I am sure of my own knowledge and why I am bringing it to the table. This needs to translate to panels where I am sharing the space with others. I talk about the systems of oppression and how they combine to further marginalise specific groups and need to become more aware of when I am reflecting this.

Likewise though, I need to not be seen as a marginal or "special interest" voice by others. Within the scope of that discussion, the only time I was called upon for views was at the very beginning of the session by the anchor. It then took me over half the session to actually jump in to the conversation and even then, I was apologetic when I did so. I watched the clock tick down the minutes and got more and more aware that I was not being called upon and it stressed me out. I additionally noted that Roxane was also not one for jumping in and mainly answered when called upon. As I said, I can't speak for her though I do note that we both reflected this same phenomenon to an extent. I also noted how free-flowing the conversation between her and Clementine Ford was later in comparison. 

Anchors need to be incredibly aware about this and not reinforce the power dynamics. The idea that women of colour are there for the special comment is wrong - we can answer everything and indeed, the depth of insight due to the intersection of gender and race can create something all can learn from. We have all the experiences of the white patriarchy due to the process of colonisation with the addition of experiencing other patriarchies within our own cultural groups. Anchors need to know when dealing with a diverse panel that they are dealing with diverse experiences of oppression as well, and some will not feel as entitled to contribute discussion due to this. They need to actively create the space and ensure that some voices are not left behind. We are trying to fight the systems of oppression but we need assistance.

Thank you, utterly everyone, for all your amazing words of praise, encouragement and everything else. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate them. Keep fighting the good fight and I promise, I will be back!
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Update: 16/3 - Out of interest, here is an article the anchor of the session wrote about the session from her perspective. It's telling, to say the least. Apparently, it's problematic to spout any ideas that look at removing structural forms of oppression, which is exactly what I did, first up. Also, I am an "Arrernte woman from the NT" despite the fact that I live in Melbourne and Roxane Gay is "African-American" despite the fact that she identifies as Haitian American and spoke about her heritage, at length, in a later session. Anyway...  

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Parliament House is an unviable political community

Parliament House is unviable. It's costing taxpayers an exorbitant amount of money in basic utilities to keep running yet the services it is able to sustain are being pilfered and, in some cases, totally removed. They seem unable to manage their funding issues with Aboriginal services, with women's services, with basic health services and yet they retain the delusion that hoards of people more evil than them are coming on boats to take over. It's clear that without an intervention, Parliament House will dissolve into a mess of self-entitled white patriarchal chaos. 

Additionally, the cost of providing basic transport in the area, in the form of chauffeur-driven luxury cars, is too much of a cost burden for the Australian public to bear.

The conditions at Parliament House are a serious impediment to progress in this country. Not only are there a bunch of neaderthal-esque men swinging around the chamber and beating their chests, but the Minister for Women's major political view on his constituents appears to be "woman: cook now!".


Finally, the educational services they've provided just seem to be diminishing and it's clear that this government is simply unable to keep a higher education sector properly funded, maintained and running. 

I say we close down this political community and relocate the politicians into real jobs. If this is not an option, then they can be placed in remote communities where they can obtain 25hrs of quality work per week for the low cost to taxpayers of a half-quarantined dole payment.

PS This formed the inspiration for this transposed and slightly extended Facebook update

Monday, February 23, 2015

Two Broke Girls - the joke is on Australia

It's all fine and well for folks to be getting (rightly) pissed off about that #‎2brokegirls‬ "joke", but where exactly did they get the idea that Aboriginal people are of lesser worth in the first place? After all, they live all the way over a gigantic big ocean and even if they've spent vast quantities of time in Australia, their major connection with Aboriginal people will have been via the media and via Australia's cultural representations. In other words, the exact same stuff which fuels the racist stereotypes a lot of people in this country hold but one degree removed.

Maybe Australia should be looking a bit more inward instead of pointing their fingers across the ocean. After all, it wasn't like their "joke" was much different from the average knuckle-dragger comment I or other black writers receive when an article goes live. A country which allows water to be cut off to communities in order to shift them along, which barely covers the devastation to communities when a cyclone hits, and still appears to reinforce a Terra Nullius version of history, kind of doesn't have a leg to stand on...