Has it Been 15 Minutes Yet?

Thank you to everyone who has chimed in with meaningful responses to my regrettable headline and my personal post. I’m a different person today than I was a week ago, and I am sincere when I say I’ve been enriched by many of your posts. It has been good for me to reflect on the issues at hand and educate myself in ways I had not realized I was not educated. Although I knew literally what the phrase “women of color” meant, I did not realize the depth of feelings and reverence in regard to that phrase. I appreciate the feedback from those who articulated thoughts on cultural identity. I am evaluating the future focus of our publications in regards to my new perspectives.I will admit that my turn in the hot seat hasn’t been comfortable, but it has burned a few lessons into my soul. I’m eager to take the lessons learned and apply them to the future — because, unfortunately, the past can’t be altered. I can’t change that my first headline was wrong, and I can’t change the highly unfortunate racial history in our country. The past is, well, in the past. (Where’s a flux capacitor when you need one?) Today’s digital environment allowed me to hear from people I’ll never meet in real life. It’s taken me outside the “bubble” that many of you described. Although I plan to stay in my community and in my chosen religion, my interactions with you have shed light on my bubble and beyond.

The good news is that the future is unwritten. I am hoping (oh how I am hoping) that I can make up for this blunder by helping to create a healthy dialogue — especially in my own community. I am obviously not trained in racial relations. It was not my academic focus, nor has it been my life experience. But since my hastily-written headline went viral, I find myself with an audience I neither asked for nor expected.

\r\nIn fact, a few people have told me that because the headline was seen by (perhaps) millions, I’ve set the civil rights movement back one or two decades. I wish I had that level of power — because after this past week, I have a few ideas of what to do with it. It’s going to take some serious effort, desire, learning, talking, forgiving, humility and confidence for all of us to understand each other in our own communities and in the nation at large. And, believe it or not, a lunch table might be a good place to start.P.S. I’ve been invited to share my thoughts on SistasInZion radio this coming Sunday night. I’m looking forward to connecting with these two LDS women of color who’ve invited me on their show.