Blackness, Becoming and Breaking Barriers at 38,000ft

Blackness, Becoming and Breaking Barriers at 38,000ft

Journeying from the UK to the Caribbean and beyond, a South London air hostess flies in the face of racial prejudice. She lets us in on the challenges faced by Black cabin crew.

finally found the perfect scarf to complete my suit just days
before my group assessment day to join a British airline.
Pristinely manicured nails, the perfect shade of red lipstick, a
Lancôme base and freshly relaxed hair. I was ready.

It’s an unspoken rule to “spread out” when there’s more than one
Black person in a group interview or assessment day – and even in
environments where you’re a minority, which often happens. You want
to avoid coming across as cliquey or unable to integrate with the
people who shape your overall experience working for a company. It
was only after successfully making it into the second half of the
assessment day that the other Black girl in the group and I

Life on board can be both comical and challenging to say the
least. Something I quickly learned to ask myself was: in the face
of adversity, how do you measure up? The wrong move could have me
labelled as one or more of what I like to call “The Three As”:
aggressive, angry or full of attitude, especially when voicing my
concerns. It was something I learned to navigate well – I was even
congratulated on how “articulate” I was.

Travelling to Antigua, my happy place, and other predominantly
Black countries really did help to shape my view of myself,
however. Being surrounded by Black men and women who recognised and
celebrated the depth of my complexion and my natural features was
something I never knew I needed as I transitioned from adolescence
to young adulthood.

As I saw more of the world, I became increasingly aware of the
treatment of Black people globally. At times I experienced racism
so subtle that it was hard put into words to the people I travelled
with. To name a couple, I would be ignored during boarding and not
always receive the same warm smile from staff when entering bars
and restaurants with crew downroute. Many of my colleagues were
White and would attempt to pacify me, assuming that what I had
experienced wasn’t quite how I described it. Comments such as “it
should be water off a duck’s back!” were normalised. Other times,
my British accent paired with the way in which I carry myself
granted me a glimpse of what “privilege” felt like – to be
completely honest, it felt uncomfortable; an unfair advantage.

Being hyper-aware of the way in which I express myself was the
norm at work. A lot of the time, it wasn’t due to how passengers
received me but rather, my fellow crew. I came to realise that in
many cases the colour of my skin served as an amplifier for however
I felt in a moment – if I was sad, I looked sorrowful. If happy, I
was too excited. If displeased, I was seen to be furious. There
wasn’t always someone who understood that my expressions had a
median, just like any other person’s.

Born and raised in South
, the schools I attended were predominantly Black, as
were the friends I made. I was never a minority within that bubble.
That being said, one of the proudest moments of my career is
walking through Terminal 5 with the rest of the crew on our way to
our aircraft and hearing a young Black girl say to her mother:
“Look Mum, she looks just like me!” Black elders on flights to

would smile at me and nod their heads with pride that one
of their own is in the position that I am operating their flight –
a lot of the time in First Class. Hotel staff would be shocked to
receive a room-service order from airline staff for jollof rice or
pounded yam, and more so when, upon delivery, they realised I
looked just like them.

Sometimes I come across middle-aged Black people who are in
disbelief that my employer even hired me. I remember being asked by
a Black gentleman on board a flight to St
if I had personally been employed by the company. “You
applied and they called you back?” he asked with a gleam of humour
and bewilderment in his eyes. We are in an age where Black people
hold positions of authority in a plethora of career fields, and yet
when I had that particular conversation, it became evident that
it’s still something of a surprise when a Black person works in a
particular establishment. I became increasingly aware of this as my
career progressed.

In 2016, I was invited by my former form tutor to hold a talk at
my secondary school for the year nines who were choosing their GCSE
options. After displaying a digital presentation for them and
speaking about what I do, it dawned on me that I had become a face
of inspiration.

With this newfound awareness, I developed into a Black woman
whose integrity formed the foundation of who I was – and who I will
grow to become. I recognised the setbacks I will face and
challenges that routinely arise to test my character.
Simultaneously, I am gratified to know that I positively contribute
to paving the way for many other young Black women who are yet to
walk in places I have. I stand firmly with fellow Black women doing
the same in their fields and I want to ensure that I leave this
place better than how I found it.

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