« While everybody was fighting for a seat at the table talking about #OscarsSoWhite, #OscarsSoWhite, I said, ‘Y’all go ahead and do that. But while you’re fighting for a seat at the table, I’ll be down in Atlanta building my own. » said Tyler Perry at the BET awards in June 2019. I watch a lot of his movies/TV shows, but I also don’t always love his art because he has a singular take on black womanhood, but that is a debate for another time.
This sentence from his speech really stroke a nerve for me and got me thinking. Indeed, Perry went from struggling to get opportunities in white hollywood a few years ago to having a whole bunch of billboard signs on the highways advertising his studios in 2019. Although everybody success story does not end in becoming a millionaire, we can all gain a lot from his mindset.
Instead of asking, begging, scrapping for a place at the table, always bring your OWN table everywhere you go ! How about that ?
Come to think of it, imagine if everytime you wanted to go to a concert, or a place where you know no matter how early you get there, there is just never any place left for you, what if you could bring your own chair ? Awsome right ?! Well yeah, but imagine if the chairs had to be around a table and had to be organised in a certain way for it to blend in with the rest of the crowd ? Then your seat is useless if there is no table left for you to sit at. But TADAA if you bring your own TABLE, you can just put it anywhere. First it’s more imposing than a chair so less people can throw it out easily, and it also blends in easier because now you have a whole table AND you can invite people and decide who gets to sit with you too. Now YOU call the shots !
Well, thinking about that made me realize that I spend and have spent my whole life, probably as a lot of you, asking (more like begging and fighting) for a chair at THE table, even the tiniest one. And that is probably why I’m not where I want to be in life, why I do not feel respected and why I usually am left outside of the event that’s called life. I can think of at least 8 reasons to explain why I do not have a seat waiting for me anywhere really in life. It is not self-pity, it is just the the truth to our socio-economic and politico-cultural reality.
As a black person, 300 years of slavery, followed by colonization, and modern slavery in all its disguised (from the France-Afrique to the recent slave auctions’ scandals in Libya in 2019) did not help me get a seat at any good table. Day-to-day racism, constant disrespect, denial of the very existence of racism ( the creation of the concept of « anti-white racism » is an other lame attempt among others) , institutionalized racism, economical slavery, centuries of traumas passed from generations to generations of black people all over the planet and so much more, contributed to create a world where black people are constantly under-prepared and under-equipped to succeed in our western societies. As a black person, it is assumed that you are lazier, more dangerous and less deserving, so you have to be better than white folks, way better, to even hope to have a small tiny place at the table. Usually you never get the real deal, no matter how much you fight, unless you give in to massa.
As a woman, my grandmother was the first generation of women who was really free : able to vote (depending on the country, but usually it all happened during the 20th century for most democraties), able to divorce, able to control her own money, have a paid job, the right to abort and so much more of the basic human rights ! But in the reality of things, my mum’s generation is the one who truly got the actual opportunity of using those rights. You see, my grandma could abort, but culturally it was just way too out of pocket for her to do that and it was still way too patriarchal to try and pull that stunt ! My mum grew up in a slightly more open atmosphere. But when she got pregnant at 20 with no job and no future, she kept the child, mostly due to her religious beliefs/fear of being judged/lack of money and health insurance/inhability to use a pregnancy test (I’m just guessing here). I am glad she kept the baby because that was my big sister, but I can imagine how hard it was for our mum and I am not sure that the story would have been the same if it would have happened in 2019, assuming that she would have known before the limit date. So really, I AM of the first generation of women, where the majority feels free enough to be feminists or just live freely and enjoy their rights. We are the first generation to truly benefit from science evolution, regression of religious influence on societies, women’s rights fights… So as women, we only really got a visible recognized seat at the table since the end of the 20th century. Nevertheless, in 2019, we can sit in the boardroom, but we are still not treated as men’s equal in regards to pay, respect and other attributes.
As a black woman, I combine the worst of both worlds. Black women have to fight injustice on both fronts because society is incapable of conceptualizing their complex identity. You can either be a woman or a black person, you can not be recognize as both. Sojourner Truth, an African-American feminist who obtained freedom from slavery in 1827, summed it up in a speech entitled « Ain’t I a woman ? » delivered in 1851 at the Women’s Rights convention in Ohio. « Ain’t I a woman ? » questions the difference of treatment between white women who were (and are still very much) viewed as needing protection and black women who were (and still are) dehumanised and viewed as strong robots. Later, the concept of intersectionnality was popularized by Kimberlé Crenshaw, a law professor in a 1991 article entitled « Mapping the margins« , in which she exposes how people who are « both women and people of color » are excluded and disempowered by « discourses that are shaped to respond to one [identity] or the other, » rather than both.
As an African, well, I do not want to repeat myself, but you see how slavery, then colonization, and now modern economic and political subservience towards the werstern countries would put us in the weakest position. As for exemple, the African countries in the UEMOA zone still use the CFA franc which is a currency still fabricated in a village in France and garanteed by the French treasury of course ! How sway ? Let’s not even get into the euro-cfa exchange rates , or the fact that France basically controls the economy of 14 countries because they have the control of their currency. Furthermore, there is also the big shitshow that NGO’s and other associations cause in African countries, where they pose as saviors, but in reality they are just destroying our economy from the inside. So of course if we as Africans are still being patronized by the rest of the world, how can we expect a decent adult seat at the table ?
As an African black woman living overseas, especially in a country I do not have the nationality of, I combine ALL OF THE ABOVE, so really, where is my seat ?? If white people have historically and are still making it hard for Africans to just be, you can imagine how even harder it is living in their countries. Nothing is made for people like us : less to non existant media representation, few open opportunities, difference in chances, racism…
As a poor/lower middle-class citizen, I know that « money talks », so the poorer you are, the lower your voice is in this consumerism and subtle violence. Nobody listens to the poor. People do not even want to aknowledge their existence, because being poor in this century equals having plague in the 1800s. The book Lutter contre les pauvres, written by Jean-Pierre Tabin and René Knüsel exposes how (specifically in Switzerland) beggars, and homless people are excluded, how the Roma community is held responsible for the homelessness « problem » in the country and especially how a non existant problem (this so-called homlessness problem) is amplified and used as a political gain. So being poor equals being invisible and silent. Being poor is being a second-class citizen.
As an introvert, I do not like being the center of attention, I usually shy away from opportunities and mess things up just by being more reserved than the majority. This world is built for extroverts, and every work opportunity, every social function is built to affirm this reality. Nobody listens to the introvert because eveybody is busy admiring the extrovert (who is usually screaming for all of the attention anyway). So by the time, the introvert manages to get a word into the conversation, it’s already too late.
As a person with mental illness, life is harder, and more emotional. But the world usually requires from us to ignore our deepest desires and needs : you are asked to smile on command and to constantly perform. That is exhausting, and sometimes impossible for someone with mental illness such as depression, anxiety or bipolar disorder for example. People suffering from those illnesses are also considered weaker by societal standards, and there still is a strong social stigma linked to them in professional spaces. If you want to be taken seriously or you want to be trusted, you usually do not go around advertising your depression nor your anxiety.
So, the conclusion is that there is no table waiting for me anywhere, and there is very few to no seat available either. I. have. better. chances. building. and bringing on. my own table. with. me. everywhere.


