What are you?
This is Kayle.
Her veterinarian believes she’s 100% Labrotbox…although the exact percentages of Labrador, Rottweiller and Boxer are a little iffy.
Don’t bother asking the first humans in her life. Their ad read PURE BOXER PUPPIES, her mom Danielle tells me, laughing. But as I hear bits and pieces about this aging pup’s quiche-stealing, love-garnering ways, I realize that the breeders were actually accurate with their first adjective. What you see here is nearly 80 dog-years of pure joy.
I couldn’t help but think of Kayle when I found this piece in Sunday’s Denver Post. http://www.denverpost.com/nationworld/ci_17239721 It’s about a different kind of ethnic diversity dialogue taking place in some universities, and it centers on the question “What are you?” Students volunteer to be analyzed visually by their peers, respond to questions, then confirm or deny if the inquirer is correct.
I was of two minds as I read the responses and reactions and reasoning. Playing 20 Questions at such a personal level wouldn’t usually be my idea of a good time or good manners. But there’s something invigorating about open self-identification. There’s something positive about words being wrapped around the unspoken. For I do understand there’s a direct cause-and-effect relationship between voice and value.
And I am so ready for our country to move beyond labels and lineage in deciding who and what is worthy of attention.
Your Iowegian-Coloradan-Irish-Scotch-Anglo-Celtic-Writer-Mother-Grandmother-Independent-EvangelicalEclectic Friend