Stacey Abrams is an American politician, lawyer, and novelist who served as Minority Leader of the Georgia House of Representatives from 2011 to 2017. A member of the Democratic Party, she was her party’s nominee in the 2018 Georgia gubernatorial election. Read the full bio here.
Below is the full text of Stacey Abrams’ TED Talk: 3 Questions to Ask Yourself About Everything You Do.
NOTABLE QUOTE FROM THIS TALK:
“I’m going to move forward, because going backwards isn’t an option and standing still is not enough.”
Listen to the audio of this TED Talk:
When I was in high school at the age of 17 — I graduated from high school in Decatur, Georgia, as valedictorian of my high school — I was very proud of myself.
I was from a low-income community, I had grown up in Mississippi, we’d moved from Mississippi to Georgia so my parents could pursue their degrees as United Methodist ministers.
We were poor, but they didn’t think we were poor enough, so they were going for permanent poverty.
And so, while they studied at Emory, I studied at Avondale, and I became valedictorian.
Well, one of the joys of being valedictorian in the state of Georgia is that you get invited to meet the governor of Georgia. I was mildly interested in meeting him. It was kind of cool.
I was more intrigued by the fact that he lived in a mansion, because I watched a lot of “General Hospital” and “Dynasty” as a child. And so I got up that morning, ready to go to visit the governor.
My mom and my dad, who were also invited, got up, and we went outside. But we didn’t get in our car. And in the south, a car is a necessary thing.
We don’t have a lot of public transit, there aren’t a lot of options. But if you’re lucky enough to live in a community where you don’t have a car, the only option is public transit. And that’s what we had to take.
And so we got on the bus. And we took the bus from Decatur all the way to Buckhead, where the Governor’s Mansion sat on this really beautiful acreage of land, with these long black gates that ran the length of the property.
We get to the Governor’s Mansion, we pull the little lever that lets them know this is our stop, we get off the bus. My mom, my dad and I, we walk across the street. We walk up the driveway, because there are cars coming up, cars bringing in students from all across the state of Georgia.
So we’re walking along the side. And as we walk single file along the side, my mom and dad sandwiching me to make sure I don’t get hit by one of the cars bringing in the other valedictorians, we approach the guard gate.
When we get to the guard gate, the guard comes out. He looks at me, and he looks at my parents, and he says, “You don’t belong here, this is a private event.”
My dad says, “No, this is my daughter, Stacey. She’s one of the valedictorians.”
But the guard doesn’t look at the checklist that’s in his hands. He doesn’t ask my mom for the invitation that’s at the bottom of her very voluminous purse.
Instead, he looks over our shoulder at the bus, because in his mind, the bus is telling him a story about who should be there. And the fact that we were too poor to have our own car — that was a story he told himself.
And he may have seen something in my skin color, he may have seen something in my attire; I don’t know what went through his mind. But his conclusion was to look at me again, and with a look of disdain, say, “I told you, this is a private event. You don’t belong here.”
Now, my parents were studying to become United Methodist ministers, but they were not pastors yet. And so they proceeded to engage this gentleman in a very robust discussion of his decision-making skills.
My father may have mentioned that he was going to spend eternity in a very fiery place if he didn’t find my name on that checklist. And indeed, the man checks the checklist eventually, and he found my name, and he let us inside.
But I don’t remember meeting the governor of Georgia. I don’t recall meeting my fellow valedictorians from 180 school districts.
The only clear memory I have of that day was a man standing in front of the most powerful place in Georgia, looking at me and telling me I don’t belong.
And so I decided, 20-some-odd years later, to be the person who got to open the gates. Unfortunately, you may have read the rest of the story. It didn’t quite work out that way.