From the files of "I Wish I Were Making This Up"...
When I'm overemphasizing my best qualities in my head, one of my favorite images is of myself as a boulder, planted firmly in the middle of a rushing torrent of water. And from this rock erupts my voice, sounding strangely like Antoine Fisher, yelling, "I'm still standin'! I'm still strong!". (Pauses to allow the mental image...) You see, I pride myself on not letting every little thing buffet and toss me for a loop. I'm a boulder, not a pebble, so this should have drifted by my shoulders and passed on it's merry way to become an oily part of someone else's subconscious. But things don't always work out that way. So, allow me to admit, that I became a tad obsessed. For the next several
A recent CNN report detailed how this phenomena plays out with young children offered the choice to play with a black doll or a white doll. In the African American community, the results came as no real surprise. Black children predominantly chose to play with the white doll, citing her has "prettier" and attributing more negative reactions to the black doll. In my own interactions with children, most notably a recent Wish Board project, designed to identify values, likes and dislikes, I found myself head shakingly familiar with boards filled with images of White celebrities, despite utilizing magazines targeted towards the "urban" community. The disparity is disheartening, when we also consider how little is being done to encourage a wider more receptive world view.
This is a color issue.
This is an ethnicity issue.
This is a gender issue.
This is an economic issue.
This is a religious issue.
Because this...is a human issue.