Happy 70th to Anita Hill today! How we will forever relegate her to one hearing room in 1991 as if courage packs up the moment the cameras leave, unaware of what she did afterward: Became an professor of social policy, law and women studies, did keep teaching, keep writing, and keep reiterating that systemic wrongs can be stood against without giving away your sense of how you desire respect be afforded your life.

Seventy is not margin line, it an affirmation of how one public nightmare can't erase an entire oeuvre. We know Black women how quickly folks distill down to the day we resisted, declared, defied, walked out and gave into the day that we shook things up while consigning all of our ensuing years to an historical blip of inconvenconvenience.

Here is a benchmark for your life; one not concerned with whether those in the room validated the truth, but with whether the truth stayed the course with your integrity?

What was the path at present a hardship that became one which made you prouder in retrospect?