Today I went to see the talk by Mbenga Sesan on technology
in Nigeria and after his rushed 15 minute talk (he had to catch a plane), I
decided to stay and listen to the next speaker, who gave an incredibly
inspiring talk on black identity. Being white, you probably wouldn’t think I’d
find it all that interesting, but I found myself on the edge of my seat.
She started off her talk with a question to the (mostly
black) audience: “When did you realize you were black?” And the answers really
surprised me. Anybody who was an immigrant said they realized when they came to
Canada, where being black stands out. The speaker said in Canada, people
describe others using hair colours or freckles, whereas in Africa, these
differences don’t exist. She also described an event where she felt stereotyped
based on her race, when a cashier made sure to count her money twice to make
sure she wasn’t ripping them off. She transitioned her talk into a call to
action: “You can redefine the black stereotype”. Although I couldn’t relate to
her challenges, I left the room feeling empowered.
But her question also really got me thinking. When did I
realize I was white? Personally, I cannot think of a defining moment and I’m
not sure I’ve ever had one. But I’d like to ask you that question. When did you
first realize race existed and you were categorized in one group or another
based on your skin colour? And what do you think should be done to reverse negative racial stereotypes?