After I finished listening to Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and her take on the dangers of a single story, I didn’t know what to think. That’s because she shed so much light on truths that shame our society. She touched on different elements, each with a deeper meaning than the one before it. I absolutely love her demeanor; she’s witty, collected, and confident. My favorite thing about her talk is that I resonate with everything she spoke of. I can relate to her on many accounts, and I think to some extent everyone can too. When I come to think of it, many books that I have read are indeed centered around the male Anglo-Saxon. In fact, the novels that I have read that featured African characters definitely portray them as subordinate and inferior. From Mexican jokes about the border to Africa is a country with deserts and lions, stereotypes surround us. This feeling of pity is a crucial downfall for the human race. It’s not wrong to sympathize with someone, what’s wrong is how we treat people because we sympathize for them. Like her roommate. She felt bad for her before she even met her. It’s hard to believe, but at the same time it’s actually very easy.
So, who’s fault is it? Mine? Yours? Ours? It’s 2015, yet people still don’t comprehend that there are humans of all races who can be educated. Who can speak English. Who own houses. Who drive cars. Who have dreams and goals. And achieve them. I think everyone has a part of them that bases judgement from a single story, but what’s important is to not let that lead you into uneducated assumptions. Open your mind, heart, and eyes, and sit back with a cup of tea (or the preferred beverage of your region), and casually flip through the many pages of everything but a single story.