Take a look at the little ads at the top of the page. There's "diversity culture" for you.
Diversity is my family: I'm Rusian-Jewish-Lithuanian-Dutch-Scotch-Irish; my wife is African American; my son is obviously a mixture of those things; my stepdaughter is black (like her daddy) but looks mixed. Politically I'm slightly to the left of my wife; I'm a progressive centrist from the liberal Northeast (i.e., I'm not a bleeding-heart liberal but a pragmatist); she's a pro-life Southern Evangelical.
That's diversity. We have interesting conversations and agree on most things, but not all. We're civil in our disagreements.
Unfortunately, most Americans don't move out of their comfort zones, as we have. "Diversity," at its best, is simply a way of pushing America beyond the myths, anxieties, and ignorances bred by a long history of racism and segregation. It's a way, for example, of getting people used to the idea of hiring and going to school with people who don't all come from some pre-identified and different "group." It means being nice to gay people, instead of calling them fa--ots and le--ies.
Unfortunately, "diversity" has been transformed for a pretty good and necessary idea--a form of reverse social engineering, if you will, that helps heal America from the stubborn persistence of racism and segregation--into one more narrow-minded marketing campaign. Judith Katz's WHITE AWARENESS is a particularly egregious example of this sort of thing, as is the group "Training for Change," based in Philadelphia.
I once spent a pretty bizarre weekend at an intensive encounter-group type thing put on by Training for Change. "White People Confronting Racism" was the rubric. I was one of three white males out of 25 participants. There were 18 women. Which makes....that's right: four transgendered people, in-process: young women becoming young men, young men becoming young women. "Welcome, white people," was how the German-born facilitator, a female, greeted us.
The idea was somehow that if we, as white people, self-identified as white, we would then be more prepared to see black people with compassion, and would have a shrewder sense of how our whiteness structured our relationship with "others."
Ah, but who were those "others," and who was I? When I revealed that I had attended Princeton, it was immediately assumed by all that I was not only white and male, but white, male, and privileged. The fact that I cleaned bathrooms and sold hoagies to pay my bills while at Princeton remained invisible.
As sharing proceeded, I shared a story about how I had, while teaching an African-American lit survey class, had voluntarily given up control of the class during the week in which we were discussing the Black Power movement. This pissed everybody off. I GAVE UP power?? But that meant that I HAD power, and was somehow condescending to my students by relinquishing it.
A fiasco ensued that led the German-born female organizer and her Italian-American co-facilitator to demand that I sit silently--silenced--while each person in the circle (with the exception of one very nice gay woman, who was my "advocate") got to describe in intimate detail just how my scandalous revelations about giving up power made them feel. It pretty quickly became clear that the little witch hunt had not much to do with me and a whole lot to do with the way in which the "training" we'd had to that point had spring-loaded everybody to see those with the descriptors white/male/elite smeared across their souls.
Things got out of control. I finally got pissed off. "Look," said, "you're trying to silence me. How white of you! No black person I know would put up with this s--t for one minute! Silence me?! You have no idea who I am."
The transgendered boys/girls were the worst. They were unhappy people--hard to blame them, since they'd taken so much grief for who they were--and were trying to work out their rage at the world by "empathizing" with the oppression they imagined black people were enduring and harshly judging those (like me) whom they imagined to be the opposite (in structural terms) of black people.
After I stood up for myself, the tide began to turn.
The two facilitators ultimately apologized to me, in public, in front of the entire circle. They admitted that they had made a big mistake by, in effect, letting "training" become a show-trial with KudzuRunner as exhibit A. My "advocate," God bless her, was a gem. I didn't give a damn whether she was gay, straight, or crooked. She was a good person, and happy with herself.
Somebody once described a neoconservative as a liberal who has been mugged. I'm still a liberal--I still believe in the nobility of the diversity-idea; and I live it out in my own life--but I have absolutely no patience with a certain kind of overheated Northeastern hard-left group-think, especially on matters of race.
"Greetings, white people!" What a load of--well, proto-Nazi hogwash masquerading as progressive thinking.
Please tell Judith Katz and anybody else who swears by WHITE AWARENESS that the world is a big and interesting place and they really need to get out more.