My mother is a black woman who until recently worked for the New York times. She began in semi-poverty in Junction City, Kansas, and rose to become a copy editor on the News Desk at the New York Times, editing headlines for, and even drawing up the layout of the front page. She was fired for reasons unknown because of the Times’ policy on nondisclosure in personnel matters, and is now actively searching for work. She often says that the experience of having to look for work is foreign to her because she has always been sought out by journalistic recruiters.
I honor my mother, Vanessa’s past achievements and I honor her current perseverance in searching for work as a black woman in her mid-fifties.