they do not see color.
you are invisible.”
― Nayyirah Waheed
Have you ever thought of (or experienced)….
- being harassed by a male supervisor but not having enough agency to stand up for yourself
- when a stranger winks and follows you asking “Hey…Habla en Espanol?” – when he doesn’t speak Spanish and neither do you
- when a random person says: “Namaste” – making you wonder why he didn’t say that to anyone else on the train but you and if he actually knows the meaning. [“the Spirit within me salutes the Spirit in you”]
- when they ask “where are you from?” and the answer “New York” is not sufficient
- when you fear the consequences of racial profiling because your father serves people in the craziest city
- TSA stopping you for a “random check” almost every time you travel
So…don’t tell me you don’t see color, don’t relate me to Karim Abdul-Jabbar…
- ask my ethnicity, ask me about my background
- ask me what my name means
- ask me how I feel
Because I am not invisible. I am a proud woman of color…in America…and it’s not as equal as we wish it would be.