Greetings World Wide Web!
The blog part of this project had grown cobwebs. I’m wiping them away and picking my pen up again. It’s not without some hesitation. If you are a dreamer and doer, I think you can attest to the fact that when you give birth to an idea so many things, people and circumstances present themselves to, I assume make sure that you’re serious about the journey. Today I want to talk about a detriment to the world of peace; the pest to the conversation of diversity and inclusion. The race representative! We’ve all met them. The person who takes it upon themselves to speak for their entire racial, cultural or ethnic classification. They act as though they are the gatekeepers of what is, what’s accepted and even if you are accepted by their entire classification. The racial representative is a self-proclaimed job! You’re not voted in, you just appoint yourself. When the race representative speaks, they assume the place for all of us, we, them, they, nosotros, vosotros……you catch my drift. What’s worse is that the majority of the people with this position that I’ve met are extremists. Their individual representation leaves no room for individualism. I’d almost given up my dreams over “race representatives” When I began my journey of discovery; actually trying to experience people of different races & cultures, I was met by many representatives. I was even confronted by race representatives of my race. I’ve been told that, “I’m not “black enough” or I was lost or somehow confused about the entire world now because I don’t see things as they do. Some of the race representatives were amazingly open and welcoming and others were guards with a keep out sign. I guess you can say I was naïve about what it actually takes to mingle between races and cultures. My being in an interracial, multicultural relationship carry the worse scars of all, but they made me want to stand up and find solutions. Had I let some unfavorable experiences be even how I receive or understand an entire classification of people, I probably wouldn’t have acted. After regaining my courage, and having some rock star experiences with other people of the same racial and ethnic classifications, I realized that I had only met someone who felt in their heart that truly their thoughts, experiences and opinions represented the collective. This is so far from the truth in EVERY race, culture and ethnic people. Recognizing that in many countries, especially ones like the US, where there is just a melting pot of people, and so much depends on what group you belong to foster this type of behavior. You truly HAVE TO pick a side. As the world is becoming increasingly more and more diverse, in growing numbers you’re finding people wanting to express their individuality. People want a voice, and they don’t want to be forced or told what to think by the main stream. What do you do when you have a child that is now both of their very different parents? History in many countries have made people pick sides, like the One Drop Rule in the US and so many others around the world that are similar. In my case, I checked the box “Other” on everything that I could find for my children. I wanted to express and go deeper into who they are. My journey has introduced me to countless, very diverse people who select the same classification for many reasons. I listen attentively as they tell me stories about “race representatives” who particularly unfavorable ones, have discouraged them to discover diverse worlds and people. To the colorful seeker and diverse person, I say, you now have a name for this person. The next time you meet a “race representative” just smile and know that this too shall pass, and rocking awesome people await!
Others’Mother aka MarjorieIam