Diversity. It’s such a celebrated word in our culture. I’ve been thinking about that lately. What does it mean to be diverse? What does it mean to have a culture of diversity?
It seems the term is an oxymoron. The word “culture,” implies that we have an agreed set of beliefs, values and ideals that hold us all together. Diversity, means we have radically different lifestyles and values coexisting. So, how can you have a culture of diversity?
It would seem, there is nothing to unite us. Now, as a country, we are debating on what even defines that basic intrinsic part of us-gender and what does it mean.
So, all of this culture war we are fighting–seems bent on challenging every notion that we share. Every value. Every ideology. So, then, according to a “culture of diversity, “what is our culture?
It seems that diversity is in fact, an anti-culture. Once diversity has had its way with us, will there be any culture left? What is there to unite us? What is the common thread that makes us want to die for our country, our way of life? Once diversity has had its way with us, what will make our hearts swell as we sing the national anthem? What will be left of us?