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My MLK Day Wish For India

In Mental Bliss on January 19, 2014 at 3:12 pm



Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Day in my home country. In honor of this, I would like to reflect on something I find horrific about my mother country of India—the fixation on skin color.

In 1954, racially segregated schools in the U.S. were finally declared unconstitutional. One of the major contributing factors to this ruling was the Clark Doll Experiment. The Clark Doll Experiment was a controlled study conducted by psychologist Dr. Kenneth Clark.  In his tests, Dr. Clark put a white doll and black doll in front of a black child ranging in age from 6-9. He asked each child questions regarding which doll was “bad” and which was “good”. Overwhelmingly more children identified the white doll as “good” and the black doll as “bad” as well as the doll that looked more like themselves. On an objective level, quite telling, on an emotional level, extremely heart-breaking . This experiment was repeated in the U.S. in 2005 on a smaller scale with similar results.

When I watch ads on Indian television that blatantly identify lighter skin as more attractive and desirable than darker skin, the Clark Test immediately comes to mind. If Indian children were subjected to the Clark Test, what would the result be? Would they also think that the lighter doll was “good” and the darker doll was “bad”? Based on the media messages I have seen, I do think they would also identify the darker doll as “bad”.  How ridiculously sad is this? How backwards is the relation of personal self-worth and attractiveness to skin color? Why is this ideal so widely accepted by people who seem progressive in many other ways? Why is this damaging message embraced and encouraged by well-known and respected celebrities?
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Daily Reflection: When You Put Yourself Last….So Will Everyone Else

In Mental Bliss on April 16, 2011 at 2:50 am

When I was in pre-school and kindergarten, I went to a Montessori school taught by a former socialite named Mrs. Ringwood. Mrs. Ringwood was tall and graceful– she had been a ballet dancer in her younger years. However, she was no shrinking violet– she ruled with an iron fist– I was actually pretty scared of her. The golden rule prevailed in our classroom located in her huge white house. There was no hitting, fighting, or disrespect allowed. Name-calling would land you a time-out and we said grace before snack time (“God is great, God is good, let us thank him for our food aaaaamen”). Her golden retriever Toby was our recess companion and I decided I would have my own Toby one day. Our classroom was a rainbow of diversity and I never registered that I was different. Mrs. Ringwood demanded that we treat each other well and we obeyed to avoid her wrath– thus order (for the most part) prevailed and we all got through the day unscathed. I always felt safe in Ringwood territory.  As an aside– she also used to dress beautifully, and to this day, she remains a classic style icon in my mind.

Two years later, I found myself in public school. This was a totally different ball game– it was like going from high tea to a frat party. The rules of etiquette no longer applied– if you looked different, dressed different, and did not fall into lock-step, punishment by peers prevailed. keep reading