I saw Black Panther on Thursday night.
Two thumbs up! Wakanda all the way! Is T’Challa the greatest monarch to join the Avengers? Yup! (Sorry, Thor!) I loved the movie as a solid representative of the superhero movie genre.
And from a diversity and inclusion perspective, I loved it. Why should a white guy be so excited for this rich African hero?
This is not going to be comfortable.
Let’s get the unpleasantness and formality out of the way up front. I would prefer to be transparent whenever possible. I’ve set this as my own true north on this blog. It is important to me that I write from a place of authenticity.
We don’t grow or improve from a place of comfort. So some odd feelings are not necessarily bad. I will assume that we are both adults. We eat our vegetables, allow needles to pierce our skin for bloodwork or shots, and generally set our jaws at the sort of things that we have to do as grown-ups.
You don’t have to like it – you just have to do it.
So I – a cisgender male, straight, white, Christian-raised, United States Air Force veteran and red-blooded American would like to talk about the (white) elephant in the room.
Diversity, inclusion, and how that will bring about the fall of Western civilization.
(Except it won’t.)
I am a nontraditional college graduate. I went back to school in my 30s and finished my Bachelors and MBA before I turned 40. I’m proud that I finished school but the decision to go back as an adult was scary.
Inspired by Robert A. Heinlein’s powerful and simple piece, first written in 1952. You can read it here. Here’s where I stand…
I believe in the potential of our country.