And then, among other things, they discovered "the tunnel." Levin, the archaeologist, points out a muddy patch to the crowd, but it requires imagination to see it. Most likely it was a passageway used by servants and slaves to move about without being seen. This wasn't just a matter of hiding slaves and servants from view, but also part of standard practice in the 18th-century operation of a household. Perhaps even more disturbing than Washington's lie was his very vigorous pursuit of slaves who escaped his service. When Ona Judge, a slave who tended primarily to Martha Washington, carefully planned and successfully executed an escape to New Hampshire, Washington was furious and attempted to use his prestige to pressure a federal official to help recapture her.
But Ace was a double victim of apartheid: He was oppressed as a black person with no rights, living the same reality those ruled by far-off European countries in the colonial era — except that the rulers were a stone’s throw away. Black people were effectively excluded from all power, and forced to contend with a legal structure that deemed them fit to live in the white-dominated urban space only to the extent that they were able to serve the needs of white people. And when they challenged those power arrangements, they were viciously suppressed — most graphically during the Soweto uprising of 1976.
As I stated earlier, I thought I had gotten to a level in which I had jumped through most of the hoops that I'd face in my career because the glass ceiling is a given. Because it's glass it's easy for me to ignore. I happen to work in a department mostly inhabited by males with a sprinkle of female co-workers. This is the environment that I chose and have grown accustomed to for obvious reasons the gossip, jealousy, pettiness, and hormonal imbalances are at a minimum. Now I've never made the mistake to forget that I am a black woman, from the West Coast, working and living in the South. I don't forget my "place" regarding the mind state of white people. To them I'm a cool "negra" until I fuck up. I was careful not to forget the cardinal rule of engagement in the workplace - Don't (engage that is). Tell them what you must and keep that shit to a minimum. In the last few months I have found myself at odds with the department Barbie Doll. She's well educated, totally secure in her position that management was nice enough to tailor specifically for her, and married with the 3 carat Tiffany ring, etc.