When I see you, I see your skin color. I am not colorblind, nor do I want to be.
What a foolish thing it would be to live in this world, to be surrounded by such magnificence and beauty, and close my eyes to it, or pretend not see it.
Colorblindness is a concept born of discomfort and shame. It is an invention meant to deal with racism without truly facing it. It allows the person on its path to feel ethical, even open-minded; but in reality- stops them from seeing and experiencing others more fully.
Perhaps our quest for utopian colorblindness is an attempt to hide from our own demons and shame. Being “colorblind,” afterall, affords us a certain distance. Without realizing it, we avoid personal stories, shut out larger contemplations, don’t ask questions, and remain comfortably unmoved in our responsibility to one another.
If we reject the call to colorblindness, however, we will have to confront our assumptions and prejudices, and ultimately decide what role we play in bridging divides.
Only then, will we be able to take a true step toward humanity.