In today's world, diversity is highly prized. Thanks to America, a diverse blend of authors, artists, scientists, teachers and even students are able to achieve recognition. There have been groups that strove for uniformity, but now, there seems to be a constant quest for diversity. For example, today a teacher announced that she was accepting volunteers for a program that seeks to aid children who do not go to schools that offer exemplary education. The teacher mentioned that having good grades was not a prerequisite for getting a job at this association. Then she requested that "students of color (meaning African-Americans, Asians and Latinos)" volunteer so that the members of the organization reflected the diversity of the children they sponsor. This remark led me to wonder whether I was diverse enough to volunteer at this organization. I considered my external appearance: I have light hair, blue eyes and pale skin. I realized that my appearance did not meet the teacher's definition of diversity. I started to question what diversity meant to me. I wondered if it were possible that diversity reflected more than skin color. I am part Hispanic and fluent in Spanish. I love to paint the world as I see it. I could spend hours absorbed in a good book. It brings me great joy to cook, go running, write poetry, spend time with the people I love, and above all, serve others. But you wouldn't know any of that if you never took the time to get to know me. As Galileo once said, "I never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him." Could it be that we are all different and diverse, and there is something in every person to respect and admire?
Is Diversity Skin Deep?
March 8, 2010