He said, “I don’t see color” as if that was a contention of pride. I wondered if he had thought his statement through to its eventual conclusion. I doubted it. Feeling justified that you don’t see a person “based on their color” but based on something else… some nameless thing. But because it is nameless, it can’t be judged as good or bad. You can’t be racist or not, pure of heart or pure of bloodline? But if you don’t see color then you are colorblind. If a person is colorblind then they only see in black and white so wouldn’t that mean the division between people would be even further? I mean if there purple people eaters then not seeing color might mean something else. But if we don’t see color but distinguish between white, black, Hispanic, Asian, and more but none of these so called categories are colors then are you just neatly sidestepping the conversation to feel better about not having to confront dangerous thoughts? I wonder. I wonder when we will stop worrying about the colors we see and start worrying about the trash around us. We say life is sacred but who decides which lives we are talking about? I know my opinion is an unpopular one, but aren’t there more than enough humans? Couldn’t we do with a little less humanity and a little more of everything else? Sometimes I wonder if the weight of humanity is so crushing that it might just knock the earth off her axis, make her wobble and throw her completely off her path.
Instead of trying to see less, shouldn’t we be trying to see more? Instead of closing our eyes shouldn’t we be looking around, walking further to see as much as we can see? How did humanity begin to think that we had seen enough? There are 8 billion humans on the world, shouldn’t we be looking at trying to make sure the current population has clean water and enough to eat? That they can live a good and happy life before worrying about what the life that is coming will bring?
But I think that all of this isn’t about the sanctity of life or the difference between cultures, ethnicities, or races. I think it is about making people stay busy. If women are too busy caring for children, worn out from working and cooking and cleaning, then they’d have no time to look around and see what is happening. If we are too busy being angry at the differences of our neighbors, feeling justified in our anger that they are stealing something that we believe we deserve, then we will be too busy and emotionally charged around feelings of indignation and imagined slights that we will never see how those in power continue to claim more and more power. How they continue to line things up to take more from us and blame others for our lack. We are angry that our healthcare is so expensive. That we have to pay so much out of pocket even though we have health insurance because it rarely pays what we need it to pay. And who’s fault is that? It isn’t the immigrant worker who has come up from Mexico to work as a dishwasher for the local diner at below minimum wage. It isn’t the single mother who goes to the hospital to give birth and finds bills starting to roll in to the tune of over $10,000. It is our fault. We believed them when they said that free healthcare was socialism. And worse, we heard socialism and thought that would end our freedom. What freedom? Our freedom – if it ever existed – died in the wake of President Reagan’s trickle-down economics, President Bush’s fuzzy math, and Trumps claim to Make America Great Again. Freedom isn’t free, and a freedom is no longer a freedom if it isn’t enjoyed by all. No, instead it is now a privilege. When did we decide that the privilege of a few was more important than the right to freedom for all?



