No job seemed more perfect for me than a professor, I continued. But then I took a required seminar on professionalization and realized I may not even get hired. Who knows how long universities will be interested in recruiting Indigenous scholars? Reconciliation’s dying. The government said sorry and now everyone’s moving on. They’ll stop hiring us in the name of austerity. I paused. The political standard I hold myself to, I said, is that I have to exist in the world so as to refuse it. Graduate school is hardly the place to end white supremacist heteropatriarchal capitalism.
