Race is a topic on everyone’s mind again with the arrest of Henry Louis Gates, the beer summit, and (Justice) Sonia Sotomayor’s “Wise Latina” comments, which by now may have even become a catchphrase like “Black is beautiful”.
Here at my advertising agency we coincidentally had a “Diversity Job Fair” where a number of woman- and minority-owned vendors came in to talk to us about potential partnerships. It had the empty feel-good vibe of a top-down corporate initiative, and the awkward intensity of an episode of The Office. Twenty or so vendors from around the country shuffled through the office for a series of short meetings. I met a guy who specializes in recruiting micro-communities for research (Hmong in Minnesota, anyone?), an LA-based political consulting firm that specializes in turning out the vote in the black community, and inexplicably, the heads of an economic development not-for-profit in Oakland.
Minority groups are historically under-represented in advertising, and the matchmaking was well-intentioned if not totally effective. What was great is that it gave me an opportunity to think about race in the context of business relationships, and I had a couple of observations.
First, these vendors really stuck out. I don’t mean because of their race (and ironically many of them were white men representing minority firms). It was more that they were clearly out of their element. For a start to a person they were all over-dressed (suits) - which reminded me that there’s a certain arrogance required to dress down. As in, we in the creative class are so confident in our abilities that we have transcended the need to dress up for other people. The political consultants, who create marketing campaigns of their own, didn’t understand the way our business works and had a hard time articulating their value to a big ad agency. The Hmong guy kept talking about how hot or cold various places he recruited from were. These vendors weren’t smooth like advertising people. They didn’t seem like peers, they seemed like people from some other part of the economy, some other walk of life. (Assuming I had the need anyway), it would require a major leap of faith to partner with them.
It all came together for me when I read this commentary on the current race debates by Helene Cooper, an NYT White House Correspondant and a Liberian immigrant. Writing on Sotomayor and Gates, she reminds us that these folks are cultural elites- products of affirmative action yes, but also products of Yale, Princeton, and the vaguely meritocratic machine that grooms America’s leaders. Our diversity vendors were not elites, at least not advertising elites, and it made it very hard for them to bridge the gap to become potential partners.
Writing about her own experience as an affirmative action student at UNC, Cooper says “the principal thing I learned was how to make [white friends] feel at ease around me”. This blew my mind, because I think the ability to blend in to mainstream cultural norms - what Nicholas Lemann of Columbia calls the “double consciousness” of minority elites - is too rarely part of the dialogue on race.
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