Thursday March 26, 2015
From an email
“It’s okay,” you say. “I’ll be fine,” you say. “I know that you didn’t mean it,” you say.
None of us think we’re prejudiced. But we’re programmed to prefer what’s like us. But we’re taught that they are safe when they smell the same as we do, they are trustworthy if they speak our language and eat our kind of food.
I looked and it doesn’t check out. I am ashamed of the places where I am closed to difference. I am speaking this because I want to shine a light there, I want to say, “Look, I am a pretty progressive woman, but there are still moments where I am boggled by my own distaste for “difference”, where I am perplexed by my incapacity to understand!”
This is a quiet war cry from a red couch in a beautiful apartment in a towering house in the most expensive cities in the country.