キャリアニュース2020年11月14～20日

It was 11 o'clock on a Friday morning—time to meet with my supervisor. Normally, I would have hurried over to my computer, coffee in hand, casually adjusting my bed head in order to appear at least somewhat professional. But this May morning was different. I tried to pull myself together, but I hadn't slept much, and nothing could relieve my puffy eyes. A few days earlier, George Floyd had been killed by the police. His homicide made me even more aware that I am a Black student at a predominantly white institution. To my knowledge, I was the only Black graduate student in my department at that time. Would I be able to talk about the killing with my white male supervisor? Did I want to talk about it with him? Or would we ignore the elephant in the room? > “It was as though an invisible barrier had been broken.” Prior to the COVID-19 outbreak, our meetings had typically been limited to research. When the time came, I would anxiously put together whatever data I had and head over to