Once in kindergarten I tried telling one of my African American friends that he wasn’t black: he was brown. I pointed at the box of crayons and said his skin matched the Crayola brown, not the black. Five year old Cara didn’t realize the implications of telling my friends that they were wrong about what they were calling themselves. Little Cara didn’t understand why they were upset but decided that if they said they were black, then they were black, regardless of what I thought.
I grew up in the OKC/Edmond area, was raised Baptist, and am the middle child of a family that was the result of the marriage between a first generation Iranian immigrant and an immigration attorney. I am white but hold my non-European heritage dear (I do jokingly refer to myself as beige sometimes) and recognize the many privileges granted to me. Diversity and tolerance are important to me and I believe that the exploration, understanding, and acceptance of other cultures is essential to being a decent contributing member of society.
I study Letters and Art History, as well as am a feminist and an advocate for autism awareness, body positivity, LGBTIQAP rights, increased minority representation, and more.
“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me — and there was no one left to speak for me.”
-Attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller
Change has to start somewhere–so why not with us?