In a recent departmental "Team-Building" exercise, we were asked to articulate our "Civil Rights Dream."
Everyone gave the pat "I dream of the day when all people are treated fairly, with dignity and respect" or "I dream for the day when there is no longer a need for our department." And, everyone's head was bobbing, "Yep, Yep." Well, at least until they got to me, the only Black male in the division [well, there's one other, but he racially identifies with his white italian mother rather than his African-American father; even though he has never been to Italy].
I told the group that my "Civil Rights Dream is for the day when we, Black, white, hispanic, male, female, gay or whatever our discrete group, can sit down and openly and honestly discuss and celebrate our commonalities and differences."
The room went silent.