PRAISE FOR
They Said This Would Be Fun
Im angry to hear that Canadian universities are still ignoring and isolating young racialized women, decades after my own experiences there. But Im very glad that Eternitys brave, honest, and funny book will be there for students of the futureas well as for institutions whose leaders have the courage and decency to change.
Denise Balkissoon, Executive Editor, Chatelaine
With fierce intelligence and flashes of humour, Eternity Martis exposes racism and sexism on contemporary university campuses through her personal story of coming of age as a young Black woman at a predominantly white school. A deeply felt memoir about resistance, resilience, and the life-saving power of finding your own voice.
Rachel Giese, author of Boys: What It Means to Become a Man, winner of the Shaughnessy Cohen Prize for Political Writing
In her debut memoir, They Said This Would Be Fun, Eternity Martis maps out the very real ways that structural violence permeates the lives of young Black women in predominantly white schools in Canada. Her writing is both candid and alluring and perfectly delineates how race, gender, and sexuality are all intertwined in everyday events of university life. This book is an urgent read for all educators and education administrators, those who are considering university and college life in Canada, alongside young Black and racialized women who are looking to be seen.
Huda Hassan, writer and researcher
Though They Said This Would Be Fun is Eternity Martiss debut, she is an authority on the pervasive nature of racism on North American university campusesan oft-overlooked issue kept hush among so-called polite Canadians. They Said This Would Be Fun is not an easy read, nor is it always comfortable. But it is an essential book for alliesan exhaustive look at the discrimination Black women face in a country too often described as a haven of multiculturalism.
Erica Lenti, Senior Editor, Xtra
Too many stories about the experience of racism on Canadian campuses remain buried, because of fear of reprisal or retaliation. With this spellbinding and important memoir, Eternity Martis offers us a clear-eyed, eloquent, and no holds-barred portrayal of what its like to be a young Black woman studying in the ivory tower. Required reading for all those who are preparing to head to a Canadian universityand to those who head them up. I plan to buy it in bulk to hand out at my school. Unwaveringly unapologetic, richly written, and powerfully conveyed, Martis offers us the book that scholars, students, and university administrators have been waiting foran unflinching look at racism on Canadian campuses. Following in the footsteps of writers like Roxane Gay and Scaachi Koul, but steadfastly providing her own distinctive voice, Martiss book is at times shocking, powerful, surprisingly funny, and most of all provides a seamless link between theoretical approaches to race and how it plays out in practice.
Minelle Mahtani, Associate Professor, Department of Gender, Race, Sexuality and Social Justice, and Senior Advisor to the Provost on Racialized Faculty, University of British Columbia
University is a time of major personal growth and excitement but also systemic, baked-in discrimination and inequity. This book is for anyone who is still making sense of it all but especially for those who need communion with a beautifully-written account of what its like to finally find your people.
Hannah Sung, journalist
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If you are silent about your pain, theyll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON
contents
introduction
As I launched out the window of an inflatable bouncy castle, into the warm autumn air and then the mud below, the only thought undiluted by copious amounts of alcohol was: This is what freedom feels like.
It was Saturday, the last night of Orientation Week, and hundreds of first-years were coming together to celebrate on University College Hill, a giant grassy quad on campus. Western University was known for having the most epic frosh week in Canada, especially on the last night, when a B-list Canadian band always played. This year, it was Down With Webster. Sex with Sue, the infamous old lady who we watched after-hours on TV while our parents slept, would show us how to put on condoms, and loud music would play all night alongside carnival games, corporate sponsors and their free grub, and bouncy castles.
A week ago, I had been sobbing in the basement of the house where I grew up, clutching my high school boyfriends tear- and snot-stained shirt and cursing myself for thinking I could handle moving away from home. I cried the whole way to London, past the small cities I had never heard of and the luscious Green Belt. I cried as I walked up to my new room in Medway-Sydenham Hall and looked at the small space, crammed with two twin beds and two desks, that my best friend Taz and I would be sharing. I cried as I unpacked boxes, as I put my mattress protector on, as I wiped down empty drawers, as I unloaded my underwear from the vacuum-sealed bag and folded them neatly. I cried as I closed the drawer. I cried when I realized there were no other brown-skinned girls on our floor besides us. I cried so much that my floormates and their parents were calling me the crying girl.