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I would like to believe that racism doesn’t exist, but I know better. Over the course of my life I have been looked down upon and called out of my name, because of my race or the color of my skin, so I know all too well that it does exist.
Even with these experiences, I still deal with people according to how they treat me, and not by the color of their skin and hope that the people I meet are doing the same. I am fortunate and grateful to say I have met a lot more people who think as I do, instead of those who don’t. Most of which enjoy the company of all people without punctuating it with the phrases: “I don’t see color” or “I am color blind”.
The people who do use these phrases are proud to express these facts, along with the sentiment that they treat all people the same. Well that is all well and good, but my question to these people is this: If you can ignore the fact that I am of a different color and can recognize me as just another fellow human, do you also ignore my culture, history and my struggles of being a person of color?
If this is the case, you are missing out on the totality of who I am, and where I come spiritually, mentally and emotionally, as the result of my skin color.
Do you not want to understand what makes me different on these levels? Do you not want to learn my history, in order to understand why I live my life as I do, or why I have experienced things that you may never experience, simply because you are of a different color? And do you want to know why or how those experiences have shaped my life? Or how my life has been shaped by the experiences of my ancestors, or even by those of my parents and grandparents, because of the color of our skin?
If it is your goal to be blinded by all things about me, then you have not really embraced who I am. That blindness may mean my history, the history of my people as a whole, is unimportant to you. It might mean to you, if you are color blind, all people are the same with no differences in history or culture. Nice thought, but not true.
This kind of thinking may leave you unsympathetic to our plight as people of color; enabling you to blow off whatever injustice that may have or will befall us. You may even let it cross your mind that we (people of color) must be exaggerating our outrage or helplessness over any particular horrific situation, and that there is no way this thing could have happened, simply because you are blinded to the color of our skin. You may shake your head and say to yourself, people of color are no different than me and could not have experienced the atrocities that they claim.
My point is this, maybe you should see color. I would like for you to see my color and the history that is attached to it, in hopes that you may understand that our plight has been and will always be different than yours.
It’s great to be color blind, but don’t be blinded to my history.