People and boxes

I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve spent most of my professional life stereotyping people. Of course, we didn’t call it stereotyping. We called it market segmentation. You and I have been grouped into so many m...

It is time to stop the stigma

A few years ago, a coworker died as a result of cancer. During her illness and treatment, there was an outpouring of help, including meals for the family. After her death, her closest coworkers formed a team th...

Reconciliation or not?

Presiding Bishop Michael Curry recently said, “One of the most important statements of our time was given by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., when he said we must learn to live together as brothers and sisters or w...

Privilege and bias: Never stop learning

When our boys’ neighborhood friends play with toy guns or hide and seek in the neighborhood at night, we will have to tell our sons they cannot go out and play. For the sake of our two sons, now ages four and ten months, we will have to always be knowledgeabl...

A view from the “middle”

Joelle and Manoj Zacharia We are “coconuts.” On the Indian sub-continent, we are viewed as “brown” on the outside and “white” on the inside, for we have the privilege of spending a majority of our lives awa...

Showing up within the walls: Where reconciliation begins

Surrounded by the ashen grey fortress walls, I could feel in my bones the endless pain of my ancestors. The room, with virtually impenetrable meter-thick masonry and an arched roof with only a tiny window near the top, was the male slave dungeon in Cape Coast ...

Awakening

  Growing up with red hair and freckles in the early 1970s, I am no stranger to being “the other.” While now there seems to be an abundance of ginger kids running around, back in the day I felt like a f...