Yesterday I spent the afternoon at a diversity symposium at my university. (I live tweeted the keynote address on Canadian immigration if anyone is interested; the hashtag is #diversitysymposium) The symposium is the result of nearly a year's work by students and faculty and staff after two of our students were arrested at gunpoint on campus because of racial profiling. I live in the third largest city in Northern Ontario, which may sound like something but yeah, our population is only about 75,000. Over the last 10 years or so we've seen an influx of immigrants and I can only say thank goodness and it's about time. My town is white. VERY white. For the longest time we had very very few visible minorities. Being situated between two First Nation's reserves, however, ensured that at least there were always some 'other people' to discriminate against. (That was sarcasm, btw.) Now that there are families moving in, this city needs to talk about racism and diversity and learn to not be so damn close-minded.
Last weekend I participated in the Vagina Monologues. We had a somewhat diverse cast and crew as it came to age and weight and sexual orientation. Most of the actresses were pretty body positive and with their permission I'm posing up this pic. Why? To show that women of different sizes and shapes, backgrounds and ways of thinking can get together and do something good. We didn't tear each other down, we worked together on a project to help others. We were united in our anger and our frustration and our sadness over what is done to women and their bodies, trying to make them go away, to minimize them, to make them look and smell and feel a certain way. That's not how it is. We're all different, and different is great.
I know it's a bit hard to see us all in our matching black hoodies (which are sooo comfy and warm!) but here we are!