What do we see when we look at others’ faces? We notice the outward appearance, whether we wish to or not. Skin color, eye color, clothing, and so on, are apparent features that are obvious and difficult to pretend we do not see. What we cannot see or know from the outward appearance is a person’s heart. A person’s life experiences, soul, and being are not obvious from the outside. How can we learn these to appreciate the differences among us? How do we begin a dialogue and enter into the conversation of diversity that is occurring in our nation? How do we bring that conversation into our everyday lives?
We can learn by asking questions, by spending time with one another, by listening to one another. We can serve as an example by befriending those who do not look exactly like us. In that way, we practice our heart muscles—a heart that learns to see others the way Jesus did.
I was born in India, grew up in the deep south in Alabama, and now live in the upper Midwest. As a minority growing up in a small southern town, I knew what it felt like to look different to other people on the outside, but feel the same on the inside. Growing up in the same place wasn’t enough to make me “one of them.” When people in my small town looked at me, they didn’t see me as Southern. To them, I was Indian, but I felt Southern.
As I grew older, I wrestled with my roots, my heritage, my current place of belonging, and my identity. I wrestled with God. Who was I? Why was I born elsewhere and then brought here? I was both grateful and confused. After all these years, to make the story short (very short), God drew me to him and gave me true identity: I was his beloved child.
So, do you speak English?
You speak English so well.
What brought you here?
Look there’s an Indian,
Over there.
Me: Look, there’s an American,
Over there.
I know an Indian, too.
He works at the gas station.
Do you know him?
I love Indian food.
So, what is in curry?
My favorite is Chicken Tikka.
Where are you from?
I think she’s Mexican.
No, she’s Hawaiian.
She’s Indonesian.
What does the red dot mean?
Do you ever go back?
Do you have family here?
My best friend in college was Indian.
What Bollywood movie should I watch?
I love the clothes.
Where can I get the clothes?
Are you Hindi?
What part of India are you from?
Me: Have you heard of it?
No…
What does the red dot mean?
My son is going to a Diwali party.
What should he wear?
What should he do?
You don’t speak Hindi?
You bring the rice.
What language do you speak?
Did you see what she was wearing?
Is it enough gold?
Your skin is too dark
Your skin is too light to be…
What do you do?
What is your degree?
How much do you earn?
You should work.
No, it’s ok to stay home.
I left my Ph.D.
It’s ok for you, too.
It’s ok for you.
What does the red dot mean?
I love the comments at the end of the article. People don’t THINK before they speak. I’m sorry you encounter ignorance every day, but I’m thankful for your voice.
Thank you, Stephanie! The comments at the end are actually part of a poem and are a conglomeration of many comments I’ve heard through the years. And truthfully, I do encounter many people who look beyond the exterior. I appreciate you and your voice here!
Prasanta, you’ve got it perfectly, right there. People are so odd, aren’t they.
Hi Bev, these comments are ones I’ve heard over the years. 🙂 And, I truly am thankful, as they’ve made me aware of the need for empathy in my own life and how I view others. Thank you for your comment!
We do tend to compartmentalize people and it’s so unhelpful in knowing the real soul that lives there in that body. Thank you for painting a picture with your words.
Michele, thank you so much! It’s a lesson I need as much as anybody else.
Prasanta, your voice and perspective serve as a guide as we encounter and interact with others who know, or have yet to discover, that every ethnicity has been invited to declare that they, too, are called “a child of God”.
Hi Ingrid, thank you for those words. Indeed- every ethnicity!
Oh, friend and poet comrade, I love this so much. I’m so happy to see you here and to hear your voice. Keep on for the Glory up High. xoxo
Thank you, fellow poet and friend, for that encouragement. xoxo