Like flowers, different colors many similarities.
Countess Lene
Los Angeles, CA
We’re one family!
The Race Card Project
By Michele Norris
Countess Lene
Los Angeles, CA
We’re one family!
Jeanne L,
Little Falls, MN.
I don’t care if you are white, black, brown, yellow, red, purple or green we all bleed the same color, we all breath the same air, we all look up at the same sky. So why must we focus so much on our differences instead of focusing on our similarities.
Johnny Boyd
Blue Springs, MO.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking things about people, or making judgements, based on their race or appearance. I know it’s wrong, but I learned to see differences at an early age.
Kirk Fortune,
St. Louis, MO.
Recognizing the humanity of each other below our differences is our greatest and most important challenge for each of us.
Dawn Fleming,
Lansing, MI.
Valerie Sathe Brugeman
MI
Holly Simons
Eugene, OR
Since I was very young, I’ve been curious about people’s experiences, lives, ideas, and hopes. It’s what inspires me to travel, read, and continue to learn throughout my life. I’m drawn to find common ground with people who are dramatically different from me. And this old truth guides me: the more I learn, the less I know.
Christopher Lawton
Drake University
Des Moines, IA
S.W.
Spokane Falls Community College
Spokane, WA
Jason Meneely
Gainesville, FL
Celebrate diversity. If we were all the same life would be boring indeed. I find my life greatly enriched by knowing and understanding people who are different than me. The only thing I wish we all had in common was an open mind -for that is where fear transforms into opportunity.
Chris Sherman
St. Louis, MO
I’m a Caucasian male, who was brought up in a fairly tolerant household, and learned to be accepting of diversity & difference, yet still have subtle race prejudices that are hard to shed. I know in my heart, it’s more a matter of pigment and culture, than anything, but still, that gut reactions is still there no some level. In my early youth, when walking down a street, I would cross a street to avoid passing black males coming toward me (and still to this day, I would instinctively feel/react this way). Intellectually, I know this is wrong. But it makes me examine the whole issue anew, so in a way, it’s good to (at least) be aware of.
Anonymous
Ann Arbor, MI
Understanding Race Project- University of Michigan