Bielefeld
University in the western part of Germany seemed an unlikely place to make a discovery. Teaching for 30 years, facing a new group of students
on a regular basis is common practice for me. As far as I was concerned, my
trip to the University of Bielefeld for an intensive 4 day seminar “Gender and
Memoir” entailed another set of prepared lectures, knowing that I was going to a
meet interesting students whose comprehension of what I had to say would come
by way of translation. I had also
prepared myself also to expect little of the nuance that comes when there is
apparent cultural and/or ethnic reciprocity, even if the discussions are at a
high level of sophistication. What could
really happen in such a short span of time, I thought to myself.
I was
pleasantly surprised to find otherwise: fully engaged students, highly
proficient speakers and readers of the literature I had proposed we read, and a
entirely new set of questions and interpretations—as a result of the range of
disciplines the students represented. We have something to learn from those who
read literature with fresh new eyes, free from the predispositions that living
in racialized America brings.
But this
is not about those questions and interpretation, but about something else far
more valuable that I learned.







