Think about it this way:
There’s a group of us. We’re either whispering quietly because we don’t want to upset anyone, or we’re just out of your sight so you can’t really hear us. And then, all of a sudden, somehow you hear us or someone leaves the group and tells you or someone voices their frustrations to you. And instead of listening, or providing them a space to boost that voice so people in other rooms will hear them, you walk back to their private room and start shouting. And people in other rooms hear you and they say ‘wow this is so great I’ve never thought of this before’ and they keep passing it on.
But we’ve been having this conversation the entire time.
"If you are part of the overrepresented, privileged group, your opinion doesn’t matter."
This post articulates a lot of what I’ve been feeling about this conversation but couldn’t put into words because I really don’t know what the hell I’m talking about and don’t want to presume that I ever could. Furthermore, I doubted articulating it even mattered for all the reasons Daud writes about here, and I basically want to do more listening than anything.