I am white. It's not my fault. It's not my accomplishment. It is my birth. I live in Maine, a predominantly white state, although with a surpisingly rich diversity in some areas of the state. I love Maine for many reasons, none of which is ethnicity. I am delighted to see greater diversity here now than when I was first raising children and worried about the narrow variety around them. But I am aware of some challenges to an area with reduced diversity.
I also find myself being sensitive and concerned about reactions. I am more comfortable showing a white child for a depression image or homeless image, than a different ethnicity. Same for images of arguments or other negatives. I find myself tiptoeing.
One of my children used to teach diversity workshops and would talk about the impact of ethnic slurs in jokes and language origins. She used to say that the first part of most ethnic jokes is not the first line, but looking around to see who's listening.
Sidenote: Race or ethnicities are not the only concerns. It is the whole range of variations of human condition. As someone with a handicap I was thrilled the first time I saw tv characters using a cane [like the dr. in ER and the m.e. on CSI] where the cane was NOT part of the story, just a "coincidence" of the person [rather than House's cane and condition which are central to the story]. I am still pleased when a character appears in a wheelchair with no comment or "reason" other than that the character happens to be in a wheelchair.
Until then, be patient with me. Post pictures of more variety online. And dream with me of the future.
Image credits: premisemarketing.com, libraries.rutgers.edu
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