I’ve talked about not agreeing with the term “colorblind” but never felt like I could clearly express WHY the expression bothered me. This post is so eye-opening. I particularly liked the section about how whites struggle with race dialogue because we do not perceive our culture as a culture. The explanation that “(Anglo-Americans) relate to their own culture in the same way a fish that, when asked about water, said, ‘What’s water?’ If you have never been out of water, you don’t know you are in it.” Spot on!

Life Reconsidered - Judy Wu Dominick

My parents raised me to be colorblind, so I see everyone as the same color,” one of my white friends proudly declared to me over lunch one day.

Colorblind.  I’m going to have to admit that when it comes to discerning racial and ethnic differences, I am decidedly not colorblind.  I am Asian American, I was born and raised in the United States by Taiwanese immigrants, and I have been aware of color all my life.  But if colorblindness has been held up as a virtue and a way to certify oneself as “NOT RACIST,” then anyone who holds to that mindset may be nervously thinking that I just outed myself as a closet racist.  Before anyone throws any stones at me, though, I’d like to ask: If we are all the same color, then what color is that?  And what color am I?  Same as…

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