I think racial diversity is important in the public sector, especially the part that deals with human health and safety. People tend to distrust the “authority figure” that doesn’t look like them, talk like them, and doesn’t relate to their experiences. This is especially true if we are talking about marginalized or stigmatized communities with a history of bad relations with public officials.
This past summer I was tapped to talk to a community group who was fired up about all kinds of issues. On the top of their list was environmental injustice and the fact that their community is carrying a disproportionate brunt of the pollution in their region. Most of the people in this community (as well as the group) are poor and black. All their previous attempts to reach out to state government had been met with dismissals and/or silence. So the group went to the Feds, and the Feds contacted me for help.
My boss was convinced the group was run by race-baiting Al Sharpton radicals or something, so he was reluctant to let me speak to them. But he let me go anyway, before cautioning me on what to say and not to say.
First off, they were just about the nicest group of people. They welcomed and thanked me profusely, and listened with rapt attention as I gave my presentation and answered their questions. During lunch, I talked about my experiences growing up on the “bad” side of town, and how stark the contrast was between my neighborhood and the neighborhoods where I went to school. I even talked about my mother and her social activism (the group felt very much like my mother’s organization). Turns out the director of the group and I grew up just a few miles apart, and we attended rival high schools. I didn’t cosign any rants about environmental racism or how unresponsive the government is to problems. Even though their rantings fit in with my personal politics, I wasn’t trying to get fired. What I did was assure them that we were doing what we could to address the pollution problems we had identified in their neighborhood. I didn’t sugarcoat. I didn’t poo-poo or dismiss or condescend. But I did try to educate without scaring anyone, to empower them in their activism.
Did the fact that I was a black woman help keep the situation calm and tension-free? I have no idea. But I think my being black was an asset in navigating this potentially sticky situation. For the group, perhaps the face of the government didn’t seem quite so alien and “heartless white Republican” anymore. Maybe the next time they hear about a fish consumption advisory, they’ll see my not-so-scary face and actually believe what they are told. And because I wasn’t afraid of the people and I knew where they were coming from on multiple levels, I didn’t end up embarrassing the agency or the state.
I think most people who wave away the importance of diversity have never had to deal experience a workplace or educational setting where they are the minority. So that’s why I tend to wave away their “waving away”. You may think you’d act and feel the same regardless what your coworkers and managers, teachers/classmates, or government officials look like. But the truth is that life experiences are shaped by one’s appearance and racial background (and gender…and class). Life experiences inform thoughts and actions. One set of life experiences makes people afraid to speak in front of an all-black audience. Another set makes talking to black people a no-brainer.
I mean, I wouldn’t expect to have the same success currying the favor of the Rush Limbaugh-listening, Obama-hating, Confederate flag-waving white farming community. However, we have quite a few people from this cultural background in my department. Guess who gets sent out to all the public meetings and hearings in the rural areas? So thank goodness for diversity, I say. Because we black girls from the inner city can’t win hearts and minds all by ourselves.