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Diversity in Membership<br />

Sylvia V. Whitlock<br />

Governor, District 5300<br />

An author wrote:<br />

Never judge someone by the way he looks<br />

Or a book by the way it is covered<br />

For inside the tattered pages<br />

There’s a lot to be discovered!<br />

I learned from my grandmother, “Never judge a book by its cover.” I really understood that phrase<br />

only when I had a thought-altering experience many years ago.<br />

I was raised in a third-world culture where class distinctions were the rule of the day and the<br />

main earmarks of prejudice. Because I was a light-skinned black person, I thought myself immune<br />

to the pronouncements of worthlessness heaped on darker-skinned persons. As a young<br />

person unschooled in the history of the black race, my response to differences was largely only<br />

skin-deep. One of the insidious consequences of prejudice is that you can be taught to undervalue<br />

and fear — even hate —groups to which you yourself belong. For South Pacific, the acclaimed<br />

musical commentary on life in the ’40s, Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote the poignant song,<br />

“You’ve Got To Be Carefully Taught.” Lieutenant Cable, a young American conflicted over his love<br />

for a Polynesian girl, sings<br />

You’ve got to be taught to hate and fear,<br />

You’ve got to be taught from year to year.<br />

It’s got to be drummed in your dear little ear.<br />

You’ve got to be carefully taught.<br />

You’ve got to be taught before it’s too late,<br />

Before you are six, or seven, or eight,<br />

To hate all the people your relatives hate.<br />

You’ve got to be carefully taught!<br />

We are all carefully taught, way before kindergarten. My soul-searching moment came when I<br />

ran out of gasoline on a busy New York City expressway and my car sputtered to a halt in the fast<br />

lane, where there was no shoulder. I walked ahead to the police phone to report my plight and<br />

was told by the person on the other end of the line, “If you’re still there in an hour, call us back.”<br />

As I stood there befuddled, a car going in the other direction on the other side of the freeway<br />

pulled up, and the driver, a black man with a ragged handkerchief tied around his head, called out,<br />

“What’s the matter, baby?”<br />

I can’t adequately describe for you the hesitation with which I explained my problem, because I<br />

was looking right at the cover of this man and it was everything I had been taught to avoid. He<br />

said, “I’ll get you some gas, baby,” and in the 10 minutes or so before he returned, a million unpleasant<br />

scenarios played in my head. He returned, poured gasoline from a can into the gas tank,<br />

poured some in the carburetor, and started my car. I offered to give him the $3 I had with me, but<br />

he refused it, saying the gas had cost him only 29 cents. Remember, this was in the 1960s!<br />

I went on my way — I was only about 10 minutes from home — went inside and took a deep<br />

breath to reconstruct what had just happened. What had happened was that I had found, inside<br />

some tattered pages, a gem! I replayed the potentially dangerous situation in my head and<br />

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