La primera vez que alguien me pregunto cual era el color de mi piel, yo tenia 4 años. Fue en el kinder cuando un compañero sin reparo lanzo la pregunta y con la mayor naturalidad contesté, -Yo soy gris.-
Vivir en un hogar con una padre blanco y una madre negra me ayudo a llegar a la conclusión que gris, era sin duda alguna, una raza. Ojalá todo hubiese sido así de sencillo a partir de ese momento.
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On July 2, 1964, President Lyndon Baines Johnson signed into law the Civil Rights Act of 1964. It was Title VII of the Civil Rights Act that prohibited employment discrimination based on race, color, religion, national origin or sex. Additionally, the act made it illegal to retaliate against those who sought relief or assisted others in their exercise of rights secured by law. Over the past 50 years, employers across the United States have implemented diversity programs and initiatives to comply with the ever-changing federal rules and regulations to ensure a diverse workplace. Continue reading “The Value of Diversity”
Nearly 30 years ago, when I began my museum career at the Field Museum of Natural History, we were grappling with the idea of what we called “multiculturalism,” and with the challenge of attracting audiences that reflected the diverse community in which we lived. It was a challenge that would require a profound organizational shift, and no one was more enthusiastic about this new commitment than I was. Continue reading “Lessons Learned From A Gentle Giant”
It was the summer of 1971, and I had just turned seven years old. My dad was an electrical engineer who specialized in industrial construction projects, and we would follow him to live wherever the jobs took us. For this project we had moved from Ohio to Georgetown, South Carolina. We actually lived at nearby Litchfield beach in a beach house – definitely fun, but pretty cold in the winter. Now my parents raised their children (two boys and one girl) to be color blind with regard to race, and for this I am eternally grateful to them. I don’t recall them ever saying a negative word about a person or group of people based on the color of their skin – or for any other reason. So imagine their challenges moving to the South in the middle of the Civil Rights movement. Continue reading “A White Boy at a Black School: Why I Was and Wasn’t Someone Different”
At the end of each summer, Denver Public Schools social studies teachers come together to talk about the beginning of the school year and share resources and ideas for engaging our district’s children in rigorous, meaningful learning. This year, my colleagues and I at Facing History and Ourselves, together with History Colorado, had the opportunity to speak to the 200 teachers from across the district about how we can use lessons and voices from history to start important dialogues about race with young people. Continue reading “RACE: Are We So Different? A Community Conversation”