“I don’t see color. Everyone is awesome and the same in my eyes.” Thus says the white “colorblind” person. That was how I looked at life for many years, never realizing that simply doing that was itself a sign of my white privilege.
When I said I didn’t see the differences in color, I didn’t consider the different heritage of the other person.
When I said I didn’t see the differences, I didn’t see that the other person was treated differently just because of his skin color.
When I said I didn’t see the differences, I imagined people of every color living exactly the same way I, as a white woman, do. I pictured this ideal as everyone conforming to white culture, not considering that to do that, they had to lose their own.
So no, I’m not colorblind now. I see the differences – their beauty, yes, but also their struggles. I know there are struggles others have that I will never have, simply because I was lucky enough to be born white. I’m not perfect at this. But recognizing it is the first step. Here’s to many more steps in the right direction (I hope).