Not long ago I was having a conversation with someone I worked with. At one point he said, ‘My Mom taught me to see the world with black eyes.’
I questioned him about this. About what it meant. What does a world seen through black eyes look like? As he laid out what his perception of the world was I was horrified. I could not and can not imagine going through life distrusting everyone and everything and also seeing every thing that happens to or around me as a potential threat.
I am priviliged. I was born white. I am heterosexual. I am middle class. Additionally, my parents are still married and I had a happy upbringing.
What bothers me is that I did not realize how good I had it. In my ignorance and youth I thought that everyone had the same opportunities as me and that it was only individual ability, intelligence and desire that seperated the haves from the have nots.
I do not have anything profound or world changing to add to the conversation of race. I do not know what it is I can do to acccelerate the change that needs to happen in this country. I can only promise to live my life better and continue to strive to open my eyes and to raise my children in such a way that they will know what it took me fartoo long to realize.