Sorry, there is no more room: My experience of whiteness in academia
- Text by Eno Mfon
- Photography by Raymond Mfon // Jack Offord


He looked stunned. He was sorry, he said, but there was simply “no space for it” on the curriculum. I thought about this for a moment. If there is no space for black practitioners on the course, then what does this say to me as an aspiring black playwright and performer? Will I ever be let into ‘their’ space? I reminded him that the unit we had just been discussing was called ‘Contemporary British Theatre’. Surely, I said, there is more than enough room there for works by black British writers? He replied saying “oh yeah, I suppose we could have put it in in the post 1980s/1990s lectures, sorry”.
Despite it seeming like absolutely zero thought had gone into making room for black theatre makers, he said that the department had actually been aware of this racial diversity issue. So, although there was “no space for it” this year, he assured me that the department’s proposal was this; to slot us into our very own ‘Black Week’. They would be creating a ‘Political Theatre’ unit, in which works by women, LGBTQ and black theatre makers can be discussed. The core units, however, would remain untouched. Apparently, the voices of black creatives can only exist when discussing racial politics.
I wondered, if this is the “most important” thing to happen in theatre in general, why did this tutor choose not to mention it? This was the perfect space for it. It belonged in this discussion. So why was it pushed out?
I achieved my highest grade in this essay. The level of research and energy I put into it came from my ability to relate and feel passionate about the dialogue surrounding the production. Although I am proud of the my degree classification, I can’t help but wonder if my results would have been different if the discourse were not so limited, Eurocentric and white.
However, it was not only my learning that was impacted by the department’s error; it directly affected the art of the students. There was absolutely no teaching or even a passing reference to the phenomenon of minstrelsy in theatre, and consequently one student proposed the use of ‘black face’, apparently this was the only way they could play the character of Othello. The effects were further seen in the response of my peers to black artists.
According to one student, after visiting a production of Romeo and Juliet, which used an ethnically diverse cast, another student complained that the production has “too many conflicting ideas. Like why was there a black Romeo? I didn’t get it, I didn’t like it”. These were the thoughts that ran through my head as I sat at my graduation, waiting for my named to be called. After the ceremony I posted this on social media: I was commissioned to write and perform a one woman show at the Bristol Old Vic, during my final year at the university. The production, ‘Check the Label’, speaks to the important issues of colourism, skin bleaching and European standards of beauty, while also celebrating black British girlhood and sisterhood. The post went viral on social media.
My name became a trending topic in London and I was featured in the Independent, the Daily Mail and Buzzfeed. When I saw the response on social media I felt like I had arrived at my own surprise party. I never expected it. I was left speechless and trying to hold back tears for days (I finally gave up and let it all out).
The love, solidarity and genuine pride that has been expressed by the public is testament to the power of speaking up and sharing your story. While some may try to silence these stories, others are waiting to embrace them. There are people, who do not know you, but they are ready and waiting to tell you that they are so proud of you.
When the academic world and the creative industry choose to erase, ignore or make no effort to accommodate you, it is never because there is “no space”. There is a massive void in the arts; an empty space that is waiting for us, it belongs to us.
Shipped, a new play by Eno Mfon, runs at Hamilton House, Bristol, from 11 October to 22 October 2016. Book your ticket now.
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