I found a small seemingly private room called the Communications Library on a huge college campus in the Midwest. It was tucked in the right corner of an old historical building where glistening concrete floors smelled of Pine Sol. The Communications Library became the answer to my desperate search to find a job to help defray the cost of college expenses. It was intimate, peaceful, and uneventful, yet it was also inspirational, exciting, and at times even odd.
As an 18-year-old African American woman in 1988 I was naive, unable to fully comprehend the significance of working in a library. I was a first-generation college student, and certainly my parents did not have stories of working and learning simultaneously. The thought of making a living as a librarian had never occurred to me until then. This reality of learning while working and extending the service to others was not something I knew was available to an up-and-coming professional. And while reflecting on my high school years I don’t believe I had ever met or worked with an African American librarian. It would take me some time after working in several departmental libraries to realize this was a viable and productive field to pursue. My undergraduate years mirrored my high school experience, and I simply chalked up it to a neat “work study” job, although I knew deep down my experiences within the Communications Library was not at all common, neat, or mundane. To me helping students find books and journal articles and working on an advertising archival project were eye-opening and wonderful learning experiences. Certainly, if I had been exposed to librarianship earlier and the idea that of making a living curating, reading, researching, writing, studying, and ultimately helping others learn information literacy skills, I may have looked more closely at the profession. I am sure the bubbling desire to pursue the library profession would have been affirmed. Perhaps a mentor could have led the way and discussed the history of the library profession, the role of African American librarians and their impact on African American literacy, and the opportunities for growth; that may have sparked me to look more closely at librarianship as a profession, but it didn’t happen. The opportunity to read, study, and assist students as needed was more than I could have ever imagined. There were unexpected moments whereby I’d witness students stretch out arms with excitement after accomplishing long overdue tasks or the consoling of one another after an occasional mental meltdown after an all-nighter. In essence, the library served as host to these experiences, and I came to redefine it as a hub for learning. Learning from a discovery perspective and without rigid boundaries was fascinating to me. It was an evolutionary experience because it didn’t happen over night. It be would years before I fulfilled the yearning to work as a librarian; literally and metaphorically, the library was an open door to information, learning, teaching, technology, and relationship building.
As an undergraduate I spent the next four years working in a variety of departmental libraries on campus including the Education, Business, Philosophy, Liberal Arts and Sciences. During these times, I was often reminded of the prominent African American school founder and educator, Mary McLeod Bethune, who understood the power of reading when she stated, “The whole world opened to me when I learned to read.” It was not only the power of reading but also having access to an abundance of information representing academic disciplines I had never thought about exploring. As a student library assistant, I learned the art of perusing books and information and developed a knowledge about the importance of investing in human capital where exchange of ideas and experiences with a diversity of people became the currency.
Strong interests in inquiry, research, and collaboration would come later and serve as the catalyst to my entrance into graduate school, where my personal teaching philosophy was birthed and shaped. Still I don’t believe I contemplated the option as a profession, because I had selected elementary education as a major and considered it a “safe and stable” career. I was not as sure about being a librarian, and there was external pressure from families and friends to increase representation of professions that were familiar, directly impacted the next generation, and had longevity.
The library, I thought, would illuminate my educational endeavors as a support structure. I spent hundreds of hours there not only as an assistant but also as a learner. Interacting with students of various disciplines taught me the interconnectedness of information: how to learn, create, and share information. Sure, at times it was information overload, but each encounter served its purpose: to unfold the ways we build knowledge not for its own sake but ultimately to better understand the world in which we live and problem solve. For me that was the true meaning of education.
Fast forward twenty-one years later and I returned to the profession, but this time as a trained, skilled, and credentialed school librarian, yet there are times I feel alone. My experiences teaching and serving with a predominantly African American school revealed that students of color can not only learn but also thrive in an environment where educators and mentors are intentional about exposing them to a world of learning outside of the classroom. Shared histories, experiences, and culturally relevant materials and resources serve as a springboard to learning. I am also convinced that representation of people of color within the field of librarianship is not just about hiring someone of color; it is also about having someone who possesses the knowledge and understanding to use their position to promote cultural diversity in its entirety. When I first started working as a school librarian there were three African Americans including myself in a district that employed over 30 licensed professionals. Now I am the only African American and person of color who holds that position as the other two have retired. I often ask myself when I attend district meetings, trainings, and workshops why is this the case and what can be done about it? There are many times I am the only African American school librarian and/or person of color and my voice needs to be heard. My reflections though true and revealing are only that. At some point I must gather up the confidence and fortitude to contribute to addressing this dilemma of underrepresentation in the field of librarianship in a fruitful way that yields solutions and encourage others to do the same. I want the next generation of African American students to know that the profession is booming and ever evolving . It can not only yield professional gratification but it can also benefit from having progressive and cultural diverse people who desire to serve.
Author: Chiquita Toure
I am an educator, school librarian, writer and wellness advocate.
This is my 23rd year with Columbus City Schools. Currently I serve as the head librarian at Eastmoor Academy, a college prep high school. Although memoirs and biographies are my favorite, I am not afraid of sci-fi and fantasy. Using my role to promote social justice and culturally relevant literature is one of my favorite things to do.