I Am a DEI: On Privilege, Hate, and Being Seen
I am a DEI. Hear me out, I am a white male in the USA. I don’t dismiss for a moment that there is privilege associated with those two words. When I am at the store, renewing my driver's license, crossing the street, or waving at the nice policewoman, I don’t have fear. I don’t have the fear that by my presence, people will be suspect of who I am. But, I am a DEI, a Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion person as acronyms go. The conservatives of this country have turned an acronym of love and acceptance into one of fear. I knew this early on in my life, as a Jewish child in a southern city. I remember marching in 1973 around the Yom Kippur War and having people yell at us. I remember taking German in high school and being ridiculed. I remember going to Mercer University and being shuffled through Fraternity Rush around Rosh Hashanah, so they all knew who the Jewish boys were going through rush. I remember being at the University of ...