Women, on the other hand, had to wield their intellects like a scythe, hacking away
against the stubborn underbrush of low expectations.
Katherine Johnson knew: once you took the first step, anything was possible.
Their dark skin, their gender, their economic status--none of those were acceptable excuses for not giving the fullest rein to their imaginations and ambitions.
Their path to advancement might look less like a straight line and more like some of the pressure distributions and orbits they plotted, but they were determined to take a seat at the table.
I changed what I could, and what I couldn't, I endured.
Or maybe it was her father's pragmatic dictum -- "You are no better than anyone else, and no one is better than you"-- that disposed her to see the hardships of her life as a fate shared by everyone, her good fortunes as an unearned blessing.