I’ve no beef with Hannah-Jones for declining a job at a journalism faculty that’s actually named after the White man who, as he so delicately put it, “expressed my issues” about her hiring. However, for now, I’m okay with working at a college that in its early years was financed by the sale of enslaved people. I really like my college students and respect my colleagues, and have been a part of the group’s efforts, nonetheless incomplete, to make reparations for that travesty. Typically, serving to majority-White areas be much less racist and extra inclusive feels transformative. Different occasions, it looks like an mental model of my great-grandfather’s job; he cleaned outhouses — i.e., shoveling White folks’s excrement.