I was born into wearing a cloak upon my eyes I didn’t know existed, a belief structure that coloured my perception of the world and enabled me to cause harm without knowing or feeling it. As I’ve grown up I’ve seen how valuable it is for my future to identify, name and find the courage to question the underlying assumptions and norms that form the cultural guide rails for my behaviour.
Racism and sexism are old and dated cloaks that used to shroud the empathic perception of the benefiting majority. They often served as protection mechanisms at the expense of less fortunate vulnerable others. If wearing the cloak of racism enabled me to get cheap labour and more profit from slavery, it was in my best interest to deny that I or my family were wearing a cloak and that this simply is “the way that it has always been”.
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