Learning to be Antiracist

Though I’ve literally given speeches about the importance of “embracing the uncomfortable,” it’s not always easy for me to take my own advice and talk about difficult subjects like racism.

I’m not an expert. There’s still so much I don’t know.

But what I’ve realized is that my silence causes more damage than my voice would.

So I’m joining the conversation and sharing my thoughts on Insurance Nerd’s recent statement “Insurance Nerds Stands With Black Lives Matter.”

Read the article here: https://insnerds.com/insurance-nerds-stands-with-black-lives-matter/


About Amber Wuollet

Amber is a people-focused creative type who is energized by challenge, fueled by coffee, and fascinated by the power of data and innovation to reshape the world. She spend her days surrounded by data scientists and product leaders who see opportunity in each problem and solutions to each question. She's the co-host of The Insurance Nerdery video blog by Insurance Nerds.

1 thought on “Learning to be Antiracist”

  1. I had the good fortune to have been “raised right.” Which is interesting given that I had the “misfortune” as a kid to grow up at a public housing project. In retrospect, though, it wasn’t misfortunate because I grew up in an integrated neighborhood. My early best friend was a black kid named Archie. His and my family often cooked out in their backyard. My parents, by example, made me color blind. I had family members and friends who were undeniably racially biased, something that never made sense to me because I knew the objects of the scorn on a personal and individual level.

    My wife and I raised our son the same way. When his elementary school had “hero” day, kids were allowed to come dressed as people they admired. Most of my son’s friends came as sports figures or movie or TV stars. My son went to school in a little brown suit and a tissue paper-stuffed fedora I used for my Ace Insura, Claims Detective seminars. He was Martin Luther King, Jr. He always had black friends. He took a black girl from his school to the junior prom.

    I have always known that black lives matter. No one had to force me to accept that self-evident truth. I learned from observation. You can’t legislate or mandate open mindedness and empathy. You can’t change hearts and minds by getting in someone’s face and screaming at them. That’s one thing that bothers me about the “white privilege” mantra, Regardless of whether that concept has merit, you can’t change people by making them feel guilty or defensive. Aristotle knew that when he wrote about his “Appeals.”


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