The Growing Epidemic of “Color Blind” Children
I am concerned, my friends. I am concerned over a growing epidemic affecting our children. It’s called “color blindness” and parents around the nation are inflicting their children with this disability on a daily basis. Many proudly state so. “I am raising Timmy to be color blind,” they say. And I am left confused and asking myself why.
How sad would that be if it were true? I think of all the inspiration and happy emotions that come about from the colors I take in during a stroll through the park, or a day at the beach, or a hike through the woods. I think about, as a kid, how fun it was to get that big box of crayons with what seemed like an endless supply of colors with cool names to match.
Of course we all know that unless you truly have been diagnosed as “color blind” chances are you do actually see that I am brown if I walk into a room, just as clearly as I see it everyday in the mirror.
Oh, did I forget to mention the specifics? Children are being raised to be colorblind when it comes to people, not anything else. Being able to identify how everything and anything is different and colorful is ok, just not people. That’s supposedly bad.
But while parents are teaching their children to pretend that they don’t really see how I am brown, no one has really ever asked me how I feel about the notion that the color of my skin is taboo. Cause really, teaching your child that to notice something about me is not ok to mention isn’t really doing me any favors.
The point of it all is an effort to embrace racial diversity by pretending it doesn’t exist. And yes, it doesn’t matter in the end but before you can understand why it doesn’t matter, you have to start with seeing the ways in which we are different.
You can go on and on and on about how “you don’t see color” and how “people are people” and how “we are all the same and skin doesn’t matter so we shouldn’t keep bringing it up”, but in doing so, you are also saying you would rather pretend that the beautiful ways in which I am different and am influenced so as to become the person I am, aren’t worthy of discussion because it makes you feel uncomfortable to admit that you actually noticed.
And I understand where the predicament lies. I have seen members of my community of color get really defensive and hostile over topics of race, making a conversation almost impossible. And I have also seen where identifying someone’s race can be done so in a way that is irrelevant and offensive – but that’s not what I am talking about here.