You know how you sometimes hear things that start the George Carlin “hmmmmm” in your head? I saw a TV ad for a funeral home with a tag line, “African-American owned and operated.” Hmmmmm.
I grew up in the ’60s in an Iowa town that was de facto segregated by a river. My high school school class of 500-plus was 60% black; the high school on the other side of the river was roughly 1%. I spent a year in Nam living in a barracks with inner-city blacks from Detroit, Washington, LA, New York, Chicago discussing civil rights, learning Hendrix and how to be an honorary “brother.” I’ve spent most of my adult life in the South. I’ve taught at an HBCU (historically black college and university.) I don’t classify friends as white or black. This is background so that hopefully my remarks can be seen in context.
Rodney King asked why can’t we just all get along? It’s hard to do as long as we label ourselves as “African-American (or insert any race) owned and operated.”
There’s a National Black MBA Association; its publication is the BlackMBA. Why not a National White Non-Hispanic (or insert any race) MBA Association with a National White Non-Hispanic (or insert any race) MBA official publication? Hmmmmm.
The Hispanic Business Magazine deals with Hispanic professionals making changes in America. Why not a National White Non-Hispanic (or insert any race) Business Magazine? Hmmmmm.
I had the good fortune of being asked to participate in and join with a 100 Black Men of (city name) association. What would the reaction be to the launch of a 100 White Non-Hispanic (or insert any race) Men (city name) association? How about just a 100 Men (city name) association? Hmmmm.
“Our business is African-American owned and operated.” What if the tag line had been “(insert any race) owned and operated?” Hmmmmm.