I just got back from Trader Joe’s and as I was leaving, I was struck by the diversity of people there – shopping, walking in, heading out. They were beautiful – different ages, sizes, ethnicities, shapes. Their hair and clothing – all so different. It was a tiny and amazing moment. One that all of those people – going about their errands – probably never knew they were a part of.
I never like filling out forms that have boxes for race. Not that I am not proud of mine. Rather, it bothers me that someone needs to know so badly that I cannot register for, apply for, participate in the whatever, without telling. There just should be an “all of the above” choice. I would choose it everytime to simply say that I am human.