COLOUR BLIND
We are different maybe you don’t see that or you didn’t expect it. I’m sure it probably blindsided you. I see colour; believe me, I tried to convince myself, for years, that I too was coloured blind. Yes, I do look in the mirror every morning, but the dissonance goes so deep. Maybe there was something to what a few of my friends joked with me and poked at me about for years; I’m altogether sooooo…white. Yeah,’ I can’t blame you for your statement. I’ve got that disorder too; I’m Colour Blind! There I said it.
Different is AMAZING! I don’t mind it these days; the day I looked in the mirror for the first time, I mean really looked. REALLY LOOKED … You see there was no mirror. There was no mirror. I hardly needed a mirror anymore; just to make sure my hair was okay and that there was nothing on my face, of course. It was as though a part of me became ‘the mirror’. My days now seemed filled with a cognisant type of functionality that I never knew existed. Strangely enough, it felt like people showed me more respect. The way I felt inside attracted others to me in a different way. My webinars were going great; the research was transforming me in every area of my life. I knew truths and these truths were making me free from the inside out.
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW
Please excuse me, but now that I see colour and really know that I’m a beautiful black woman. May I ask why you don’t see colour? Oh,’ perhaps it’s specific to each group. Maybe you don’t see your colour and others don’t see that they are South Asian, or Indigenous. I’m not sure, maybe you truly feel equity, equality and oneness toward me. Maybe it’s not by proximity; because you have black friends and your sister is married to a black man and the fact that you sit on a Diversity Group once a month, during COVID … hmmmm …