From whose eyes?

Reflections on being affected by minority and a wish for better understanding in response to Guardian News and Media calling for greater diversity in their writers and posing a series of criteria for classing people into minority groups.

Clink clink, the crowd roars, chin chin. Thirty eyes sparkle as they meet.  Glasses connect, together we chant.  Who knows what Oktoberfest will descend into this drizzly morning, the only surety is the sunshine reflecting across these 30 eyes.  Brown / blue, knowing / yet to learn, these eyes unite over unfolding events.  Office on tour, work sidelined, we have 12 hours.  Together.  Gulping steins, sharing stories, making new ones.

Did you hear the one about…  Oi, stop biting your nails!  Do you always tear up beer mats? – You know what they say about that! No, but really, are you this fidgety in the office?

Clogs stomp, beer splashes. Thirty eyes see double, triple.  It’s not just the beer singing. Crowds shift into friends found, family made.  Clogs swopped, t-shirts signed.  Lyrics taught and learnt.  Be comfortable, be comfortable.  Hugs available here.

Do you guys know each other?  Yep, we’re married.  Don’t believe you! Honestly, 5 kids.  What were they called again?  Xavier… Oh yeah, Xavier – after you.  No, my name’s Christophe – nice to meet you!  Loves found, hugs given, hats stolen.  How merry we are, how buoyed in togetherness.

Hats gained, loves lost, no-one left to hug.  Two eyes glaze as an internal cinema reel takes hold.  Was it really not like that for all those other eyes?  Shared revelry cut by separate perspectives, solitude grips.  Left alone to ponder those perfect moments.

How melodic our toasting / how my ears ache from the wail.  How fun the water fight / am I doomed to sneeze forever?  But amazing those lettuce beards we manufactured / what a waste of good food, you’re ridiculous my dear!

Born alone, living alone within yourself.  Two eyes to force majorities, two eye lids ensuring ultimate minority.  And yet two ears, one mouth, two hands to share with.  Stories for telling and hearing; stories made unique by the enormity of the world we live in yet common in the emotions invoked.  Eyes searching for a way to tell them, seeking to find a way to divulge experience.  Stigmatise minority if you like but ultimately it will be a stigma we share.  Cheers, a toast to togetherness…


About @ngela

Unexpected Consequences is a blog by Angela Crowther, a young engineer working in the Built Environment. Currently supported by the Royal Academy of Engineering and UKRC's Ingenious program the blog’s aim is to raise awareness of all the exciting opportunities the world of engineering has to offer to hopefully stimulate others into joining the industry.
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2 Responses to From whose eyes?

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  2. @ngela says:

    Thanks, I feel very privileged to be part of this growing community of women engineers trying to raise engineering’s profile… I feel like we are gaining momentum and the Ingenious program has definitely motivated me to act out things I’ve always thought of but never found time to do. Let’s hope the Guardian recognises this minority as 7% is shocking.

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