Only 1 week left in women’s history month, surely you jest. My dad worked as a chemical engineer for thirty years. As a member of his professional society, he received Chemical Engineering Progress magazine bimonthly. In junior high, most science teachers awarded two points of extra credit for every current events science article and summary that we brought in. I was in junior high from the years 1991-1993, and an article that stands out to this day is describing Dr Mae Jemison’s voyage to space. Why in a chemical engineering magazine one might ask? The answer is that Jemison is a chemical engineer. Always looking to research and honor women from across the spectrum during women’s history month, somehow a bell went off in my head to read Mae Jemison’s biography. I would have enjoyed reading a comprehensive scientific biography because, yes, I am after all these years the nerdy daughter of an engineer who enjoyed accompanying her dad to work on days off of school. I’ve seen esters made in a lab and assisted in small scale experiments. My dad thought I’d be a great engineer, and in hindsight I probably would have. At age seventeen, I had no idea what I wanted to do, and I have grown into my profession over time. The subjects I enjoy teaching the most, math and science. I have all the respect in the world for trailblazing female scientists. They had to break more barriers than women in other fields. While I could not find a biography geared toward adult audiences, I did find a memoir that Mae Jemison wrote for young adult readers. I go where, she notes, the wind blows, and I am honored to include Mae Jemison in my women’s history month lineup.
Born on October 17, 1956 ( a fellow late libra!!!) in Decatur, Alabama, Mae Jemison and her family were part of the great migration north, settling on Chicago’s south side in 1961. My dad is from the north side of Chicago, and I know from his upbringing and reading about the African American experience during those decades, thar the north and south sides were drastically different. Mae’s mother was also a trailblazer, returning to school to get her bachelors and masters in education. Her father was an early example of a man who helped at home more so than other men of the era. Both Dorothy and Charles Jemison told their three children to reach for the stars. They did not know that their youngest daughter would take those words literally. They should not have been surprised. All three Jemisons excelled academically and socially. Mae enjoyed researching the stars from an early age and enjoyed excursions to the Adler Planetarium. Even in elementary school, her favorite subjects were math and science. She did so well in school that she skipped a grade, enabling her to enter high school at age twelve. That is discouraged now but not in the 1960s, and for Mae that meant taking as much science as early as possible. From the time she was nine years old, Mae Jemison knew that one day she would go to space and her parents helped to foster these dreams.
Because this book is geared toward young readers, Jemison offers advice to them that would not be necessary in a full length book for adults. As a teacher and as a person, I found this advice both enlightening and helpful. For example, her advice on relationships between siblings. I only have one sibling who I am not close with so I can not always grasp relationships between my own kids. They tell me that I am not social enough to understand. Mae Jemison should be the dictionary definition of nerd but she was also well rounded. In addition to excelling in STEM, she loves to dance and even participated in West Side Story in high school. Additionally she has a lifelong appreciation for studying the cultures of the world that comprise humanity. These last few sentences speak to the affinity I have for her and know that hers was more than a smiling face that I selected from a magazine. To this day, one can find her traveling the world and finding dance classes close to her home. At Stanford University, she completed a double major in chemical engineering and African Studies. The African Studies, she cites, is because there the professors and classmates accepted her as her. In engineering, people could not believe that she belonged, thinking her high school transcripts something of a fluke. The naysayers are what encouraged Jemison to complete this high powered degree in four years and even after enrolling in medical school, she had one eye on the space program.
My dad can attest that in his early days as an engineer his college and professional life was devoid of both women and people of color. Mae Jemison checks off both boxes. It is little wonder to me that she chose African Studies and Swahili to get away from the naysayers. Even after establishing herself professionally, she wanted to be an astronaut. Her first exposure to space was through Star Trek at age nine when she saw Lt Uhura played by Nichelle Nichols. That did it for her. NASA through the 1970s was white men in white coats and the bigwigs there actually encouraged women and people of color to apply (what a concept). The Challenger disaster put a damper on NASA’s recruitment, but Jemison joined in the class of 1988 and went to space in 1992, around the time that I must have seen the article about her in CEP magazine. She broke barriers as the first woman of color in space, but the flight was a one off. She has since decided to devote her career to serving people of the globe and finding a way to bring sustainable resources to all. Her dream is Stars 100 which is to establish interstellar communication within the next century. I have little doubt that Jemison will be successful in her endeavors as she has always had one eye on the stars.
Mae Jemison’s advice to youth is to go where the wind takes you. She has lived in Kenya, Liberia, Sierra Leone, and Japan among other places. She has surveyed the Arctic as part of her Stars 100 initiative. She has danced at every stop along the way. Mae Jemison has always been an overachiever determined to follow her dreams. She is a fellow Chicagoan, Libra, math lover, musical theater aficionado, and cat mom. Other than my fear of needles and flying to space (two feet on the ground thanks), we could be distantly related in a way that all humanity is connected. Other readers note that because this memoir is geared toward teens, it is devoid of emotion. I did not see it that way - I saw a remarkable woman imparting advice to youth and encouraging them to go into math and scientific professions. The other complaint was editing. I know from my dad’s technical writing, that it isn’t perfect. No one is, not even top scientists and engineers. Mae Jemison’s life is hardly complete. I look forward to seeing what she achieves in the last quarter of her life. I have a feeling that whatever she chooses to accomplish, it will be trailblazing.
🌟 4 stars 🌟