: Daralyse Lyons
: Demystifying Diversity Embracing our Shared Humanity
: Loving Healing Press
: 9781615995356
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: English
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It can be difficult to find reliable information that amplifies the voices and the viewpoints of those who have direct experience dealing with diversity, equity and inclusion. InDemystifying Diversity: Embracing our Shared Humanity, Biracial journalist Daralyse Lyons has interviewed more than 100 individuals--academics, politicians, thought-leaders, advocates, activists and even an incarcerated inmate--and reveals her most important information and insights. By engaging with this text, you will find areas of human intersection and connection that challenge your biases and break down your barriers. Through empathy and understanding, we can create a more inclusive world.
'The work of any reconciliation along the lines of the basis of identity requires vulnerability, a vulnerability that we are told is not of value to the American way of being.'
-- Paul Reese, Master of Divinity, Yale Divinity School
'Exposure and practice prepare people for unpredictable racial moments.'
-- Dr. Howard Stevenson, director, Racial Empowerment Collaborative
'We are siblings in humanity. No one has superiority over another, except by their character.'
-- Nihad Awad, executive director and co-founder of the Council on American-Islamic Relations
'In the present--and correcting the ills of the past--our public policy needs to always move towards equity. If we can do that, I think, as a society, we're going to get better.'
-- Senator Sharif Street, third senatorial district of Philadelphia

Preface

“Without a willingness to confront the human capacity for hatred, we ensure that persecution and dehumanization will continue”

Daralyse Lyons, author and co-creator of theDemystifying Diversity Podcast

I was at the Boys& Girls Club’s after school program, hanging out on the grass by the side of the building, when I overheard a White girl call a Black boy the N-word.

I stormed over to where they were standing. “Did you hear what she called you?”

The boy hung his baseball-capped head.

“Well… What are you gonna do about it?” I wasn’t trying to further intimidate a victim, but I couldn’t let the girl get away with hate speech. I was an eleven-year-old advocate for justice.

Nicole.

I turned to face her.

Nicole went to Western Middle School, like me. We were in the same grade. She was considerably shorter. The boy must’ve gone to Eastern or Central, one of the other two Greenwich Middle schools because he and I didn’t know each other. And Greenwich was the sort of town where kids of color who went to the same school knew each other. There were so few of us. Unfortunately, due to what ensued, the boy and I would never have the opportunity to be formally introduced.

Nicole elongated herself to her full four-feet, three-inches and planted her hands on her nonexistent hips. She had stringy, mousy-brown hair that dangled to her shoulders, a pinched face—like a Doberman’s—and beady blue eyes. “Yeah.” She sneered. “What’re you gonna do about it,nigger?”

The brim of the boy’s hat remained pointed at the ground. “Nothing. I can’t hit a girl.”

I knew that, if I wanted to remain on the right side of justice, I couldn’t