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Educational Psychology—Limitations and Possibilities

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Using Critical Thinking to Underst<strong>and</strong> a Black Woman’s Identity 637<br />

word <strong>and</strong> the world. I want to bring them to a “consciousness of self.” And, the knowledge that all<br />

human interaction is politically inscribed should <strong>and</strong> must inform that consciousness of self. For<br />

example, when I deconstruct my existence as a Black woman it both informs my underst<strong>and</strong>ing<br />

of self <strong>and</strong> reframes my pedagogy. I am Black, female, <strong>and</strong> a teacher. Those three identities are<br />

intricately connected; it is impossible to separate them from each other.<br />

Oshun: Separating them is not an option if you want to become/remain a complete person. Tell me, how<br />

do you negotiate between your identity as Black <strong>and</strong> as a woman? Do you feel torn as to which<br />

struggle you align yourself with? And what is the connection between Rochelle as teacher <strong>and</strong><br />

Rochelle as Black woman?<br />

Rochelle: Wow, too many questions at once. Haven’t you heard about the correct method of inquiry for a<br />

teacher?<br />

Oshun: Girl, I don’t pay much attention to the traditional “best practices” methodology. See, I want you to<br />

struggle with articulating an answer that simultaneously addresses all the questions. Remember<br />

you are writing about critical thinking, educational psychology, <strong>and</strong> teaching <strong>and</strong> you don’t want<br />

to create false binaries. Use your critical thinking skills to figure it out.<br />

Rochelle: Okay, let me situate myself in history: in my story. Critical thinking forces me to contextualize<br />

my existence. As such, I need to view myself through the lens of race, class, <strong>and</strong> gender. It’s<br />

difficult as hell to negotiate all my identities, especially race <strong>and</strong> gender. I underst<strong>and</strong> the need<br />

to fight in the war against racism as well as sexism <strong>and</strong> at the same time I also realize we are<br />

often forced to choose between the two. Black women’s struggles have been framed within a<br />

false dichotomy of race <strong>and</strong> sex. Often forced to choose between the fight against race or gender<br />

oppression, we have to constantly reassert the need for a combined struggle. Black women<br />

encounter a triple jeopardy where they must constantly negotiate the intersection of race, class,<br />

<strong>and</strong> gender oppression which has forced us into a desperate struggle for existence <strong>and</strong> the search<br />

for a “space” where the freedom to exhale is possible.<br />

We are talking about power. Picture three boxes, each distinctively smaller than the one it is<br />

within. The box which consumes <strong>and</strong> encapsulates the others is the large space of power where<br />

White men, <strong>and</strong> to a lesser degree White women, experience varying degrees of domination<br />

<strong>and</strong> control <strong>and</strong> is seen in the systems <strong>and</strong> structures of society. Sexism, an integral ingredient<br />

in underst<strong>and</strong>ing relations of power <strong>and</strong> privilege in America, determines that although White<br />

women function within this power discourse of men they are seen as powerless because of gender<br />

which becomes the bind of sexism. Within this space is a significantly smaller box; the place<br />

where Black people experience pain <strong>and</strong> isolation. But it is also the place where Black men<br />

live, <strong>and</strong> although controlled by racism, it still offers a degree of control <strong>and</strong> provides Black<br />

men with the tools to oppress Black women. Denied the power <strong>and</strong> the privileges of White<br />

women, White men, <strong>and</strong> Black men, Black women are imprisoned in a still smaller box that<br />

represents the narrow space of race <strong>and</strong> a dark enclosure of sex which has engendered a web<br />

of pain where Black women strive for the right to be. Of course the binds of class exists in the<br />

three boxes <strong>and</strong> its effects are experienced differently depending on race <strong>and</strong> gender. (Gloria<br />

Wade-Gayles, 1984)<br />

It is difficult to separate race from class from sex oppression because in our lives they are<br />

most often experienced simultaneously. For example, I am not poor today, a woman tomorrow,<br />

<strong>and</strong> Black the following day, but a poor Black woman everyday I breathe. It would be foolish for<br />

me to think that all Black women are poor, <strong>and</strong> that’s not what I mean to imply. Instead, I assert<br />

that regardless of class a Black woman’s existence—how she underst<strong>and</strong>s her life—is framed<br />

within those three critical domains <strong>and</strong> to ignore one is to mystify all the others. That’s what<br />

you meant about creating false binaries. In order to underst<strong>and</strong> my existence as a Black woman<br />

I need to be aware of the myriad forms of power. The skills of critical thinking, of a critical<br />

form of cognition force me to constantly analyze my existence through the lens of race, class,<br />

<strong>and</strong> gender. And when I use this example in my classroom it provides a visual representation for<br />

students. I frame the entire discussion of Black women through the box analogy, which gives the<br />

student a picture to hold onto. I try to open the lid on that tiny box, expose <strong>and</strong> make sense of<br />

the realities of Black women. My consciousness as a teacher is framed by my consciousness as

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