My Brief Career in Reality Television
Ever since I took office, people have been curious about who I am. Not in the usual ways鈥攏ot in the ways a CV could communicate the arcs and contours of an academic career鈥攏ot in the ways a biographical sketch could fill in the blanks. People are curious about who I am. How did I get here? What matters to me?
Because you are here this morning, I want to tell you something that almost no one knows.
I want to tell you about my brief career in reality television.
Now, when this happened, it wasn鈥檛 yet called reality television. It was called Romper Room. The premise, if you are unfamiliar with the program, was simple: preschool-aged children singing songs, playing games, and learning lessons with the help of a cheerful and compassionate teacher. There was also a bumblebee, Mr. Do-Bee, who modeled good manners. For forty-one years鈥攜es, forty-one years!鈥攖his program enchanted young learners across the United States.
It was August 1975. I had just turned five and was excited to soon be heading to kindergarten. My family lived in Savannah, Georgia, at the time, and my mother鈥攕omehow鈥攈ad landed me a spot on Romper Room. We arrived at the local television station, and I took my place with the other children.
Things got off to a good start. I could sing songs; I could play games; I could learn lessons. And my manners were impeccable鈥攆or a five-year-old, of course.
Then the puppet show began.
At first, I was enthralled, sitting still as a story unfolded before me, but my curiosity soon begged questions. How were these things moving? What was happening back there鈥攂eyond the curtains? What wasn鈥檛 I seeing? I began to wriggle in my seat. I left my seat and went backstage. My cheerful and compassionate teacher intervened. I was returned to my seat鈥擨 was returned to my seat again鈥攁nd again.
Even unscripted local television has its limits. With good humor鈥攁nd, truly, no hard feelings鈥擨 was ejected from Romper Room.
I had forgotten much of this episode until earlier this year. My mother, Claudette Gay, passed away just before Commencement. Soon after, I found myself sorting through things that she had saved over the course of her life. I found tucked among her papers my Romper Room diploma, affirming that I was, and I quote, 鈥渁t all times, 鈥榓 Good Do Bee.鈥欌��
**hold up the diploma**
This object is one of my mother鈥檚 belongings. This object is also evidence of my mother鈥檚 belonging. I think of her鈥攁n immigrant woman, only eight years into her life in the United States, a young mother鈥攏avigating an unfamiliar landscape for the sake of an opportunity for her daughter. I think of the time and effort she must have devoted to getting me on that show in the first place. And I think of her pride and her joy in her achievement鈥攁nd in my achievement.
This is my first 鈥渇irst day of school鈥� without my mother. I share her with you to celebrate her鈥攁nd so that you may come to know me better.
So, who am I? Obviously鈥攁nd you can read it right here鈥擨 am a good do bee. And I hope to be a great colleague to all and a great leader for all.
How did I get here? Propelled by belief in the power of education, the power of curiosity and ideas, the power of attentive and industrious work鈥攊nstilled in me by my mother and father, nurtured in me by my teachers and my mentors.
When I helped at Move-In Day last week, I loved seeing families who had never set foot on our campus, who had never really been here鈥攐r anywhere like here鈥攂efore. I loved seeing parents and siblings sporting Harvard t-shirts and hats, brimming with pride and joy at their newfound association with this place and all that it means in the world. I thought about those belongings鈥攁bout their belonging鈥攁nd it reminded me of how much our work and this place matter for more lives than we can count.
Harvard is not just for her students, not just for the people who are fortunate enough to be considered members of our community. Our reach, our embrace, our obligation is wider than that鈥攁nd can and should be wider still.
Each of us has a hand in deepening the connection between our mission and our society. That connection is what matters to me. And every year brings fresh opportunity to renew that commitment.
Thank you for joining me today. Welcome to the 鈥渇irst day of school.鈥� Welcome to a new semester.