I'm the first to admit it; I know nothing about being a minority. I'm a white, privileged woman living in a white, privileged world. And I have a lot of white guilt about that. No matter what I do, I'll never know how it feels to be a minority. At least I'm a woman, so I know what it's like to be discriminated against, sexually harassed, marginalized and objectified to keep me grounded. Thank god for that!
If I have one complaint about where I live, it's that my neighborhood isn't ethnically diverse. It's white. It's so white, that if you mixed everyone in my community together, cumulatively we wouldn't even constitute off-white. Even in summer when everyone has a tan, it's still as white as newly fallen snow around these parts. I don't know exactly why that is, only that it is.
So, last Saturday after I went out to dinner with my husband downtown, we stumbled upon a bar with live music. And when we went inside, about half of the patrons were African American, as was the band playing that night. I felt guilty for even noticing. But, coming from my homogeneous world how could I not notice?
And I started thinking about the one and only time I was in the minority, which was when we lived in Morocco. One of the reasons we left Colorado Springs for Africa, was to experience what it's like to be immersed in a completely different culture. Where we'd be the minority. Which we were for a couple of years. And people would stop and stare. Point and whisper.
But, no matter what we did, or where we traveled, we were still white and privileged with the entitlement of having American passports. Quite simply, even as foreigners, we wielded a huge advantage of power, without even trying. I came to the realization that there's no way for us to truly experience what it's like to be in the minority. Or the challenges that come with it.
All any of us can do it encourage, celebrate and protect diversity.