After 16 months of waiting, 7 months of living in Ghana, 8 information requests from the HC in Accra, and countless tears, requests and frustrations, the Sorokas are FINALLY bringing their kids home.

Read about their frustrating, crazy adoption journey here.

Their visas were issued today. Thank goodness.

We are so very very happy for them!!!!

Yeah!!!!

You may have heard about the droughts in Ethiopia, Kenya and Somalia. It’s important to hear what is going on, and how the NGOs and governments are responding.

You may ask what you can do to help people so far away, with such a huge crisis. First, you can donate to a food aid organization, such as Oxfam, Save the Children, the Red Cross/Crescent or UNICEF. Or, you could help one family in dire need through Vulnerable Children Society. You know, all these organization do invaluable work. I know from reports from our friends in Ethiopia that life is getting harder for everyday working folks, and extremely dire for those living on the edge of poverty.

The other consideration is to think about where all these droughts are coming from. I know this is an indirect connnection, but there is a lot validity behind climate change exaserbating the droughts, and making them happen more often. All scientists aside, I remember clearly speaking with farmers and elders in Ethiopia two years ago, and having them describe climate change to me and how remarked the difference in water cycles have been because of it. I tell you, it sort of blew my mind and humbled me. You think that sustainance farmers who haven’t studied past elementary school wouldn’t be aware. To the contrary; they taught me some hard lessons about the effects of a drying climate pattern on their livelihoods and forests.

Whatever the reasons, there is no doubt that there are a whole bunch of people hurting on the other side of the world. Hopefully all my blogging buddies will also tell their friends about the Horn of Africa food crisis, and encourage their friends and family to donate to one of the excellent organizaions above.

You probably read my post below explaining that Tova is hosting an on-line auction for the McKnight family who are in the process of adopting a little girl from Lesotho.

We’re donated two items, but there are lots of wonderful finds! And the auction is ONLY on this week, so please check it out and bid generously This auction will end on Thursday the 23rd, 8pm PDT (west coast time).

Look for Sugar and Spice playing Vana:

We purchased the scarves in Addis Ababa. They were some of the products handmade by the Former Women Fuel Wood Carriers Association, a wonderful self-sufficient organization that empowers women by teaching them skills such as weaving baskets, scarves, and carpets, so they don’t have to scrounge for firewood and carry the heavy loads.

The local McKnight family from our area is adopting a little girl from Lesotho. Our mutual friend, Tova, who also is adopting from Lesotho (notice a trend here? lol) is organizing an on-line aution to help them with the extra costs they are incurring for their daughter’s care. I have two Ethiopian scarves I am donating to the auction – anything in your closet you could lend to the cause? The details are from Tova, below:

From Tova:

We have friends, the McKnight family, that are in the process of adopting a little girl from Lesotho. If you already know them, then you know how fantastic they are. If not, then let me tell you a bit about them. Troy is a pastor of a church, his wife Teresa is currently a stay at home mom to two children, as well as doing lots in their church. We met this family in Swaziland when we adopted B.man. They were adopting their daughter at the same time. (See her squished in there!) Troy and Teresa were an amazing support to us in Swaziland. We adore this family.

In their current adoption, their new daughter has needed to go into private, medical care, due to her fragile health. They are having to pay a monthly fee for this care that they had not foreseen in their adoption budget. Due to the delays we are all experiencing in Lesotho, they have been having to pay this for many months more than anticipated.

Meet Billie! Isn’t she cute?

We know first hand how hard adoption is financially, and so we want to ‘circle the wagons’ around this family a bit. I am putting on an online silent auction, and I am wondering if you have any items that you would consider donating. If you have art, crafts, online coupons, etc. please let me know. Whatever you might have needs to be able to be shipped. If you have something to donate, I need a photo, brief description, a dollar value and and the willingness to ship it to the buyer. We are hoping to start the auction in about 1 week, so time is of the essence!

Thanks for your time in considering this, and I will keep you posted! Also, do not hesitate to ask me any questions about this.

Thanks,

Tova:  natgardesigns at yahoo dot ca

One of the hardest things we did as prospective parents (this is pre-having-kids) was to learn to stand up and call people on the garbage they would spout about others.

I mean, I had fought a few battles and called people out before for saying overtly racist stuff. But a huge challenge, living in rural Alberta at the time, was to challenge the accepted racism.

I mean, there seems to be this unspoken rule in rural Alberta that you shouldn’t say anything about black people, but making cracks about First Nations is perfectly legitimate. Or it’s ok to imitate the Pakistani fellow who owns the corner store. (I know – it’s a cliché, but in this case, true.) Jrock and I had to learn to call friends and acquaintances out on even this “accepted” racism. After all, if we don’t challenge racism in any form, what kind of hypocrites would we be?

A story: When I was president of our Rotary Club in Alberta, we had a big challenge. Some members had told me that they weren’t comfortable with the prayer at the beginning of each meeting. For those of you that don’t know, Rotary is a non-political, non-religous club. But it also tends to follow the cultural customs of the place. Our club was 75 years old, and had been built in a predominantly Christian community.

My challenge as a leader was recognizing that even in our membership, not everyone was comfortable with this practice. Then, when I brought it up to the club as an issue to be addressed, one ornery old codger in particular got all riled up. He was not only mad about the discussion and personally attacked me - he also said that anyone who wasn’t Christian should just pack up and go back to where they came from.

Well, I was caught flat-footed and open-mouthed. Luckily, some other members were quicker on their feet (and since their life experience was longer than mine, maybe they were more practiced in these situations.) They put that member back in his place by saying if history was the dictate, we should all be converts to the indigenous beliefs. But it was tense. And raw. And the worst meeting I have ever chaired.

Later, as an executive, we made a decision to alternate the prayer with a recitation of the 4 way test (Rotary’s ethics test) every other week. We had one of the elders in the executive talk to the rabidly racist member and tell him if he ever mentioned racist remarks in our club meeting or in public again, we would be out of the club. (See the video above about addressing behavior.

A few months later, we invited our first Muslim prospective member to the club.  After attending a couple meetings, he politely declined. hmmm…

Those situations where we are involved in a group or social situation are so difficult. But you have to stand on your feet. You have to stand and say to your friend “that story was not appropriate.” Or, “please don’t say that word. It’s hurtful.” Or “that’s a pretty broad brush to be painting such a varied and diverse group of people with.”

It may be uncomfortable. But it’s the right thing to do. I’ve felt sick after calling people on racist remarks before (at work, with friends, and in the story above.) But I know if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself. And in the case of friends, the couple times I’ve had to do it, they have rose to the occasion, we’ve moved forward, and our friendship came out stronger on the other side. Maybe the key is what the guy in the video says – stick to the behaviors, not a critique of the person. I think it helps you move on.

I think this joyous video makes us all grateful and happy for what we have. My daughters love this video – they saw it the first time and said “we want a brother from THERE, Mama!” I explained that not all people from this place could dance THAT well. “Oh,” they said. “Let’s watch it again!”

Enjoy!

If you check my blog or have an interest in Africa, no doubt you have learned about the ravages of HIV/AIDS across the continent. Less than 20% of people in Africa who need ARVs have access to treatment. The statistics are even worse for kids – only 10% of the children who need treatment have access to it. The video above is a great overview to the problem at hand.

In Ethiopia, life-saving ARVs (anti-retroviral drugs) are actually free – which is wonderful. But to receive treatment, children need to visit a clinic to get diagnosed, take medicine twice a day at the same time each day, and to eat properly. These simple acts are incredibly challenging for impoverished families, orphans and child-run households.

You know that I am a board member of Vulnerable Children Society. What you may not know is that our partner, Faya Orphanage, provides all the services above to HIV+ children. Working with the government, they ensure children are tested and connected with treatment. But perhaps more importantly, your sponsorship enables them to subsidize families, so that the children can eat properly, and they can access medicine for opportunistic infections, like a cold, or TB.

You can help a child infected with HIV… please

1. sponsor a child
2. spread this video below further, so that you can encourage others to help a child in need.

Each child deserves a future. Together, we can help so many of these kids have a chance at life.

Many of you know that I am the President of Vulnerable Children Society and an avid supporter. We work with our partner, Faya Orphanage, to support children living in four communities in Ethiopia: Adama (where the orphanage is located,) Wonji, Ambo and Guder.

Our House 2 House community support program allows children to stay in their communities, often with extended family members or neighbors. With sponsorship, the children not only go to school, but receive medical care, get registered for ARVs (many of the children are HIV+), and have access to proper food and a family home, thanks to our family-direct subsidy. We work with local governments to identify and monitor the children, so you know that there are many levels of oversight and the children are indeed some of the most needy and deserving.

If you haven’t considered it before, please consider sponsoring a child in our House 2 House program. We need 50 more sponsors by the end of the year, and we can’t do that alone. Each child deserves a future. Please sponsor a deserving child.

Can you help a deserving child?

1. Please consider sponsoring a child. You know who the board members and partner are – your money is in good hands and will make a huge life-altering difference to your sponsored child and their family. Click here to learn more and sponsor.
2. If you can’t sponsor a child, please clicking your support!
   1. “Like” us on Facebook! and repost our Facebook status updates
   2. Stay in touch! Sign up to receive our blog updates by email on our website homepage!
   3. Watch the video above on Youtube, “like” it, and post it to your own blog!
      You can also post our Youtube videos to your Facebook account – so helpful!

Your support is so very very appreciated!!!!!!

Folks – this is a friend of ours who has been waiting SINCE THE IMAGINNE ADOPTION BANKRUPTCY to bring home her kids. She is so desperate, she has finally decided to go public and she REALLY needs our help.

PLEASE WRITE A LETTER!!!

PLEASE REPOST THIS ON YOUR BLOGS!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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Calling all adoptive parents
HELP THIS FAMILY BRING THEIR KIDS HOME FROM GHANA

April 19, 2011, Kelowna, BC: After 7 months living in Ghana, and 8 requests for additional information from the Canadian High Commission in Accra, the Soroka family’s only hope is that the two sides of their family will be united soon.

Jessica and Gregory Soroka were one of the unfortunate families caught by the Imagine Adoption agency bankruptcy. When the agency went bankrupt in July 2009, the Sorokas already had been matched with a referral of two young children from Ghana: Thelma and Gabriel. Jessica and Gregory learned that their adoption couldn’t be completed by the agency, and they were devastated.  Meanwhile, the Ghanaian orphanage where the children resided shut down, and the children were sent back to their biological parents.

The Sorokas decided that the children were too special to forget, so they signed on with Life’s Vision International, a US agency, to facilitate the adoption. In January 2010, their files arrived in Ghana. Thelma and Gabriel had been re-relinquished by their biological parents by this time, and were living in a foster home. The Department of Social Welfare one again matched Jessica and Gregory to Thelma and Gabriel. Jessica left her husband and then four year old son Tamire in Canada, and flew to Ghana to start a three month fostering period.

On April 26, 2010 in Accra, the children were placed in Jessica’s care by the Department of Social Welfare, and on July 6, 2010,  the Ghanaian court awarded the Sorokas a full adoption order for Thelma and Gabriel. Jessica spoke with her son in Canada over the phone, promising to return with the three and five year old Ghanaian children as soon as the Canadian High Commission allowed.

Little did Jessica realize that she would live for seven months in Ghana, apart from her Canadian family. Her son Tamire, born in Ethiopia and experiencing loss for the second time in his life, grieved for his mother’s return the whole time. Jessica developed a strong relationship with her new Ghanaian children, but, after seven months, the Sorokas could no longer afford to live on two continents. So now Jessica, Gregory and Tamire are waiting in Canada for the High Commission in Accra to allow their Ghanaian family members to come home. Thelma and Gabriel are being cared for by a nanny in Accra; they wonder if they will ever see their new mother again.

Why is this family waiting and torn apart?

THE HIGH COMMISSION IN ACCRA IS PURPOSEFULLY STALLING THE PERMANENT RESIDENT VISAS FOR THELMA AND GABRIEL SOROKA.

• HC Accra has asked for additional information on 8 occasions over the course of eight months. Some of this information is irrelevant to the legality of the adoption. Each time, the requests have been fulfilled, only to be followed with additional requests.
• HC Accra asked Jessica to appear for an interview in Accra on 5 day’s notice, shortly after she had returned to Canada after seven months in Ghana. They declined to interview her until that request, although she had visited HC Accra 6 times.
• Both the Department of Social Welfare and the Ghanaian courts have met with HC Accra attesting to the legitimacy and legality of the Soroka adoption.
• The last request for additional information was for the original copy of a document that HC Accra has held a copy of for months. This document does not relate to the legality of their adoption and was not used in any way for their adoption.

PLEASE SUPPORT THIS FAMILY’S UNIFICATION BY WRITING A LETTER TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE. If you can write a physical letter, it will be counted by the government and taken much more seriously than an email. IF you can’t print and mail a letter, please do email. Since we are in the middle of an election, please take care to send your letters in a timely fashion.

Most important, in order:

Neil Yeates, Deputy Minister of  Citizenship and Immigration
Jean Edmonds Building, South Tower, 20th Floor
365 Laurier Avenue West
Ottawa, Ontario  K1A 1L1
Telephone:613-954-3501 Fax:613-954-3509
Email: neil.yeates@cic.gc.ca

Claudette Deschênes — Assistant Deputy Minister, Operations
Ministry of  Citizenship and Immigration
Phone: 613-954-5335   FAX: 613-957-8887 Email Claudette.deschenes@cic.gc.ca

Rt. Honourable Stephen Harper, Prime Minister of Canada
Office of the Prime Minister
80 Wellington Street
Ottawa, ON K1A 0A2
Fax: 613-941-6900 Alternate Fax: 403-253-8203
E-mail: pm@pm.gc.ca

The Honourable Jason Kenney, Minister of Citizenship, Immigration and Multiculturalism
Phone: 613-954-1064 E-mail: Minister@cic.gc.ca Fax: 403-225-3504
1168 137 Ave SE, Calgary, AB, T2J 6T6 P. 403-225-3480 F. 403-225-3504
325 East Block, House of Commons, Ottawa, ON K1A 0A6 P. 613-992-2235 F. 613-992-1920

Your Own MP
Find out who they are here:
http://www2.parl.gc.ca/parlinfo/compilations/houseofcommons/memberbypostalcode.aspx?menu=hoc

THANK YOU!!!!

Many of our Ethiopian children come from extreme poverty. I found this fascinating website that explores life in slums (of which there are many in Ethiopia) on four different continents. The pictures above area by the website’s creator. His work is currently being shown at the Nobel Prize Centre. You should check it out! It’s a very multi-medium website, with sounds and photos as insights into a way of life. You get to enter into homes with a 360 degree point of view, and hear from the voices of the people who live there.

If you would like to support a child who lives in places such as these… consider sponsoring a child through Vulnerable Children Society. Many of our children live in slums… many are HIV+ and orphaned. You can make a difference one life at a time! Learn more.

A few days ago on March 11 was international women’s day. There is a campaign from Plan Canada that really struck a chord with me. In Canada, for the most part, I can live the life I want. I don’t really have a lot of constraints around my decisions because of my gender.

But in many parts of the world, and indeed, in some parts of this country, women still don’t have the same rights as men. I remember one day in Morocco quite a few years ago that I was traveling around Marrakesh with a Moroccan friend. He was taking me buying carpets. I was careful to wear appropriate clothing and not to offend anyone, since the country is a moderate Islamic state. I thouroughly enjoyed Morocco and felt so welcomed by the men and women I met.

But there was this one shop high above the other houses, deep in the souks. We must have climbed four sets of stairs to get up there, with each level getting several degrees warmer. Finally at the top, there was a dark room filled with looms and weavers. They were all women… all weaving and sweating away. The one man up there was obviously the business owner, and he started to throw carpets down on the floor for me to see, as is the custom. I was distracted by the ladies, weaving and wondering about me – this bold female who dared come and barter with their boss. I found some nice carpets, but the man didn’t want to move much on the price, and I knew we weren’t getting anywhere. My friend grew more nervous, and the man spoke with more distaste ever growing minute. Finally – I had a feeling. I didn’t realize what it was at first… but then I recognized it. This man thought  I was completely inferior to him, because I was a woman. And he would have no trouble whatsoever hurting me if I didn’t act as I was supposed to and buy a carpet.

I spoke quickly in English to my friend (we had been speaking in French with the man,) and he made some excuse about having to run and how we were behind, and so and so would be looking for us soon. Or some other lame excuse. We hustled down the stairs, with the man throwing insults down after us. I have rarely been so frightened in my life.

I guess the moral of my story is that for that brief minute, I felt the fear and subjugation that the weavers in that horrible man’s shop felt every day. And there are many many women in the world who simply aren’t given any chance or opportunity at life – simply because they are girls. Or women.

Have a look at this video, and think about ways you can help.

1. Raise strong, capable daughters. Show them that they can do anything.
2. Consider donating to an organization that empowers girls, such as Plan Canada, Vulnerable Children, or any other.

Vulnerable Children Society

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Facebook has proved to be an invaluable tool for Vulnerable Children Society! Even though I was never much of Facebook person, there is NO denying that it’s been a huge help spreading the word about the awesome stuff Vulnerable Children Society, and our partner Faya Orphanage, do. I have BECOME a Facebook person just for that!

So a small ask today: Can you help us? No, I’m not asking for money! Just a simple click or two.

Will you help spread the word about helping kids in Ethiopia?

1. Please like us on Facebook!
2. “Like”, and then pass on any interesting posts to your friends and family by posting to their walls. We usually have new content and pictures out each Monday and Wednesday.
3. Post this badge (above) on your blog after liking us. You just go to and make a “Page Badge” and select Vulnerable Children Society. Then grab the code and post it to the widgets on your blog!

THANKS very very much!!!!

A bit of a continuation on the theme for Black History Month.

I have been, for as long as I can remember, a big fan of Nina Simone. In fact, I named one of my daughters (Spice) after her. She was an unabashed supporter of the civil rights movement in the 60s in the US. She grew up playing piano and even attended Juilliard… debatably, her astounding piano skills even surpassed the wonder of her voice. She lived in the US, Liberia, and eventually settled in France. Oddly, she did have a conection to Ethiopia since she was good friends with Miriam Makebda. Read more about her here…

Nina Simone had a few bad habits, got in trouble with the law in a few different countries, and spoke openly, on tough issues like race and equality:

To most white people, jazz means black and jazz means dirt and that’s not what I play. I play black classical music. That’s why I don’t like the term “jazz,” and Duke Ellington didn’t like it either — it’s a term that’s simply used to identify black people.”

What I love about Nina Simone’s work is not her boldness and political statements, although I admire those elements. Simply, her voice is like noone elses.  Her version of “Here Comes the Sun” is my favourite song in the world. It’s my happiest place, listening to that song. And I, along with her namesake, can sit and just absorb her storytelling through the keyboard. Just amazing. One of my few regrets in life is that I didn’t get to hear her play live before her dealth in 2003.

So I’ll let the music do the talking. Let’s listen to two of her anthems from the sixties talking about race and equality. Enjoy… and let’s let her story of the past inform our future.

Nina Simone canta “Four Women” al Festival jazz d’Antibes
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BTW, her namesake Spice thinks she’s “really really beautiful” and she want to play piano like her one day. Music to my ears…

Happy Valentine’s Day! everybody.
And in the spirit of Bob Barker – don’t forget to spay and neuter your pets! (Imagine a Bieb/Chihuahua cross? Not a good idea.)

Race, ethnicity, colour, culture… they are all different things. When I think about how these ideas factor into our daily lives, I think first of my daughters as Ethiopian Canadians (culture), and then think about that they are brown-skinned (colour), then I remember that they are Oromo (ethnicity)… and sometimes it crosses my conciousness that they are black (race.) But not often. Of course, that is part of white privilege (see below.)

What about our self images? Well, I think of myself first as Canadian (culture,) and often I think of the Italian, Ukrainian, Scotttish, etc. – the 14 pieces that make me up (culture / ethnicity.) I never thought about my own race much until I was having brown skinned kids and noticed my own “pink”ness for the first time. I mean, I noticed my skin colour when I traveled, but not as my own identity. Ditto with being white – I still don’t like it. I’m uncomfortable with racial terms because they genetically / scientifically don’t exist.. but in social constructs and culture, they do.

I asked the girls this morning about which of these things they saw themselves ask…
Sugar said “brown skin, then part of our family, then Ethiopia, then Canada. I’m not black.”
Spice said she saw herself as “first part of our family, then brown-skin, then more Ethiopia and Canada, then a little bit black.”

They know that people called others with brown skin black, but not all brown-skinned people, like their Indian teacher. They’ve figured out she is omitted from the term, somehow. And then I asked them: “what am I first?” So according to the girls, I am “first Canadian, then white, then pink-skinned.” No ethnicity, apparently.

Hmmm…

I mention all this because Black History Month is a good time to think about these terms of ethnicity, race, colour and culture – what do they mean to us? What associations do we have with the words black, white, Indian, Asian, Chinese, brown, pink, First Nations, Cree, Ethiopian, African, Canadian, etc?

I think it’s also a good time to remember our Canadian, US (because we see so much of their media,) and even African histories of slavery and subjugation, and what those inequalities mean to individuals and cultures.

The girls and I have had a couple of good talks lately about racial equality based on the movie “Legend of the Guardians: Owls of Ga’Hoole.” Now you’re probably thinking, what has that got to do with anything? But the theme of the movie is that the “bad owls” are rounding up and making slaves of other owls that aren’t of the same species… it’s a pretty obvious starting point for discussion when you see the movie.

I’ll leave you with something that made me really think and changed the way I saw the world. It’s about white privilege, and until I read this, I didn’t realize all the things that come with the colour of my skin.

Daily effects of white privilege

As compiled by Peggy McIntosh

1. I can if I wish arrange to be in the company of people of my race most of the time.

2. I can avoid spending time with people whom I was trained to mistrust and who have learned to mistrust my kind or me.

3. If I should need to move, I can be pretty sure of renting or purchasing housing in an area which I can afford and in which I would want to live.

4. I can be pretty sure that my neighbors in such a location will be neutral or pleasant to me.

5. I can go shopping alone most of the time, pretty well assured that I will not be followed or harassed.

6. I can turn on the television or open to the front page of the paper and see people of my race widely represented.

7. When I am told about our national heritage or about “civilization,” I am shown that people of my color made it what it is.

8. I can be sure that my children will be given curricular materials that testify to the existence of their race.

9. If I want to, I can be pretty sure of finding a publisher for this piece on white privilege.

10. I can be pretty sure of having my voice heard in a group in which I am the only member of my race.

11. I can be casual about whether or not to listen to another person’s voice in a group in which s/he is the only member of his/her race.

12. I can go into a music shop and count on finding the music of my race represented, into a supermarket and find the staple foods which fit with my cultural traditions, into a hairdresser’s shop and find someone who can cut my hair.

13. Whether I use checks, credit cards or cash, I can count on my skin color not to work against the appearance of financial reliability.

14. I can arrange to protect my children most of the time from people who might not like them.

15. I do not have to educate my children to be aware of systemic racism for their own daily physical protection.

16. I can be pretty sure that my children’s teachers and employers will tolerate them if they fit school and workplace norms; my chief worries about them do not concern others’ attitudes toward their race.

17. I can talk with my mouth full and not have people put this down to my color.

18. I can swear, or dress in second hand clothes, or not answer letters, without having people attribute these choices to the bad morals, the poverty or the illiteracy of my race.

19. I can speak in public to a powerful male group without putting my race on trial.

20. I can do well in a challenging situation without being called a credit to my race.

21. I am never asked to speak for all the people of my racial group.

22. I can remain oblivious of the language and customs of persons of color who constitute the world’s majority without feeling in my culture any penalty for such oblivion.

23. I can criticize our government and talk about how much I fear its policies and behavior without being seen as a cultural outsider.

24. I can be pretty sure that if I ask to talk to the “person in charge”, I will be facing a person of my race.

25. If a traffic cop pulls me over or if the IRS audits my tax return, I can be sure I haven’t been singled out because of my race.

26. I can easily buy posters, post-cards, picture books, greeting cards, dolls, toys and children’s magazines featuring people of my race.

27. I can go home from most meetings of organizations I belong to feeling somewhat tied in, rather than isolated, out-of-place, outnumbered, unheard, held at a distance or feared.

28. I can be pretty sure that an argument with a colleague of another race is more likely to jeopardize her/his chances for advancement than to jeopardize mine.

29. I can be pretty sure that if I argue for the promotion of a person of another race, or a program centering on race, this is not likely to cost me heavily within my present setting, even if my colleagues disagree with me.

30. If I declare there is a racial issue at hand, or there isn’t a racial issue at hand, my race will lend me more credibility for either position than a person of color will have.

31. I can choose to ignore developments in minority writing and minority activist programs, or disparage them, or learn from them, but in any case, I can find ways to be more or less protected from negative consequences of any of these choices.

32. My culture gives me little fear about ignoring the perspectives and powers of people of other races.

33. I am not made acutely aware that my shape, bearing or body odor will be taken as a reflection on my race.

34. I can worry about racism without being seen as self-interested or self-seeking.

35. I can take a job with an affirmative action employer without having my co-workers on the job suspect that I got it because of my race.

36. If my day, week or year is going badly, I need not ask of each negative episode or situation whether it had racial overtones.

37. I can be pretty sure of finding people who would be willing to talk with me and advise me about my next steps, professionally.

38. I can think over many options, social, political, imaginative or professional, without asking whether a person of my race would be accepted or allowed to do what I want to do.

39. I can be late to a meeting without having the lateness reflect on my race.

40. I can choose public accommodation without fearing that people of my race cannot get in or will be mistreated in the places I have chosen.

41. I can be sure that if I need legal or medical help, my race will not work against me.

42. I can arrange my activities so that I will never have to experience feelings of rejection owing to my race.

43. If I have low credibility as a leader I can be sure that my race is not the problem.

44. I can easily find academic courses and institutions which give attention only to people of my race.

45. I can expect figurative language and imagery in all of the arts to testify to experiences of my race.

46. I can chose blemish cover or bandages in “flesh” color and have them more or less match my skin.

47. I can travel alone or with my spouse without expecting embarrassment or hostility in those who deal with us.

48. I have no difficulty finding neighborhoods where people approve of our household.

49. My children are given texts and classes which implicitly support our kind of family unit and do not turn them against my choice of domestic partnership.

50. I will feel welcomed and “normal” in the usual walks of public life, institutional and social.