It is not our differences that divide us.
It is our inability to recognize, accept,
and celebrate those differences.

- Audre Lorde

I am a city that exists in a state that ranks as the 8th worst state to grow up in
if you happen to be African-American.

I am a city that exists in a state that ranks as the 12th best state to grow up in
if you happen to be white.

Will you just let that sink in for a minute?  I’ll wait.

I’ve got time.

It’s not like I’m progressing very quickly.

Sometimes it feels like time stands still here.

And sometimes it feels like time moves backwards here.

I mean, I am a city that exists in a state where many have fought hard to ban marriage rights.

And, I am a city that exists in a state where the lack of diversity in certain circles is so commonplace that it’s no longer noticed.

I am a city that needs to start noticing.

I am a city that needs more recognition, acceptance, and celebration of difference, but lately all I see is celebration.

Take a look at who is celebrating.

Now, tell me… where’s the difference?

The difference is not recognized. The difference is not accepted.
The celebration is a dream.

I am a city with no room for dreams.

It’s time to wake up.

This is not the best I can do.