I was on the phone talking to a mortgage lender and about to head out the door when the doorbell rang. Peering out the sidebar of my front door, I saw 2 individuals. A well dressed lady was on the stoop and an elderly gentleman leaned against the brick wall that framed my entryway. When I opened the door and the lady said, "We brought you your mail, it was delivered to my parents' mailbox...and my father would like to meet you."

I looked at the elderly gentleman, my neighbor... whom I was meeting for the first time. He smiled and tried to extend his hand from the wall; but he clearly needed it for support. I could see that bracing himself with the cane required considerable effort. I patted him on the arm and smiled; thanking him for delivering our mail. Then he repeated his statement again..."I wanted to Welcome you to the Neighborhood. You see, I don't get out much any more, but I wanted to make sure you got this piece of mail. I live down the street on the same side as you do."

It was an odd moment...gratitude and surprise mixed with more questions and a little hesitation. I was aware that there was a party on the phone listening to this exchange and knew I didn't have the time to invite him in, but in an odd way I felt the exchange though brief was significant. He had decided to make a personal delivery rather than simply giving the properly addressed letter back to the mailman.

You see, our family is the first of its kind in this neighborhood. We are African Americans in a Lily white community. It's an elegant setting with nicely coutoured homes, many of which were parade homes a decade ago. Our home was built on one of the last remaining lots. Over the past three years, we have met several of the neighbors around us and were invited to an evening dessert with one couple. The gentleman admitted that he wanted to "see what kind of people we were." It was very interesting evening to say the least. At the end he indicated that he just knew..."we were different." I didn't ask him to elaborate!

But the people further down the street have remained a shrouded mystery. I have come to understand that most individuals in my neighborhood are retired business owners. Their names sometimes mentioned from time to time within the context of small chit chat. But in this neighborhood, neighbors don't frequently walk up the street to simply say hello. Most of these grand homes harbor their inhabitants in quiet solitude...broken occasionally by the visit of an adult child or grand children. I know these are good hard working people, but sometimes it seems that our homes have become a shield instead of a welcoming shelter.

I am at once humbled that this gentlemen took the time to deliver the letter himself with great personal effort. But I also wonder what prompted the welcome after I had lived in the neighborhood for over three years! Did it take three years to carefully access how we would maintain our home? Then again, I must ask myself...why have I not walked down my street and knocked his door? What are we all waiting for?

Las month we crossed threshold of another remembrance of the day that changed America forever, September 11, 2001...the issues concerning what it means to be a good neighbor invariably become a focus on the screen of our national conscience during times like these. This 6 Year Remembrance is also framed within the context of the observation of the 2 year anniversary of the catastrophe of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans. Two years later...abandoned homes, vacant lots and dashed hopes and dreams still litter the landscape of sections of the 9th Ward that was once a thriving community. Six years after September 11, 2001 Americans struggle with nagging fear and distrust; we're still wrestling with the implications of accepting individuals who subscribe to a different faith into our homes and communities.

In some ways, the veneer of prosperity has become a gilded cage which masks a disheartening deterioration in relations between human beings. We are slowly forgetting what it means to be good neighbors. Has the race to amass more and better obscured the value of ascribing proper value to what is real and enduring? Unfortunately, we seem determined to lurch from tragedy to tragedy without arriving at a clear consensus. This is not the most prudent way. Perhaps, this year, we can each determine to take one small courageous step. Perhaps, actions like those of the elderly gentleman who simply came to my door and extended a sincere, albeit delayed "Welcome," will do more to heal the hearts and souls of our nation and mend deep wounds of suspicion than any laws or alerts from the department of Homeland Security can ever hope to.

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Grand Rapids, Mi  1996. 

You could sense the tension in the classroom.  We had been informed that we were going to be discussing It after the break.  An uncomfortable atmosphere hovered over the participants in the smallish classroom in which a group of real estate agents had gathered to continue their education. 

The mandatory 3 hours of Civil Rights Instruction was the elephant in the room.  Now, why did I feel that in an oddly peculiar way that this was about me? Being the only black participant in the class, I sensed that everyone was poised to be careful, ...very, very careful in how they responded to this provocative topic.  Or perhaps, they were watching to see how I would respond.

The instructor wasn't about to make this easy.  No Way!  This was not to be a polite discussion about the history of civil right laws & all the great progress that had been made in West Michigan.  After a hilarious (if it wasn't so serious) video, sporting a fellow in yellow polyester suit demonstrated how racism works in real estate through steering & other forms of discrimination, the instructor opened up the floor for discussion. 

The first few questions were tepid, somewhat timid.  I sensed that to most of my classmates, I was one-dimensional as though my color defined all that was important to know about me.  How could I explain that there is no such thing as the "typical" black person.  This figment of their imagination that they were trying so desperately to avoid offending by airing their opinions & perceived grievances.  People are people, there is no typical anything when it comes to the business of being human!  At some point, they seemed to forget that I was in the room fear & vulnerability began to surface.

Several individuals admitted they felt when dealing with individuals with whom they had very little experience or contact .  Others expressed the fear of being tested...the dreaded exercise in which undercover agents employed by the government would randomly send Testers from different ethnic backgrounds to determine if they received the same level of professional attention and service.  Advise designed to supposedly protect oneself from being "burned " ranged from "just treat others like you would like to be treated"  to "make sure you offer everyone a cup of coffee."  This, taken to a ridiculous degree, resulted in real estate agents offering every single solitary client they met in the office, Coffee even if it was 100 degrees & sweltering heat outside. This was considered proof positive you had treated everyone the same!

The dirty, not so secret reality in real estate, is that historically our industry has not treated everyone the same.  Steering & Redlining are words that are a stark reminder of our efforts as an industry to keep communities homogeneous & in a certain likeness. Even today, the number of minorities represented in our ranks is clearly not in tandem with the population of our nation. 

According to Marie Rosol, in an article published on Realtor.org entitled "Talk Among Yourselves!" 

"The real estate consumer is changing. For years, most U.S. residential agents sold houses primarily to white, two-parent families, of Anglo Saxon roots, with 2.5 children. Times changed and real estate agents changed too-becoming adept at serving the needs of varied households, including the single buyer, childless couples, single-parent families, adults caring for aging parents, etc. Yet many agents have still not focused on the changing ethnicity of homebuyers."

Although U.S. REALTORS® have been told for the past decade that changing demographics would impact the home-buying market, many have failed to take steps to educate themselves to better serve these homebuyers. When asked about the need for diversity or ethnicity training, a common response is that "it doesn't impact my market" or "only areas such as Florida, California, or New York City need to think about this."

These sentiments were expressed over a decade ago as I sat in that class & are still being expressed today.  Even in the face of some staggering statistics such as:

• "In the decade of the 90's the population growth in 37 States was due to an increase in the minority population.  Least you think this occurred only in California or Florida...think again.  According to Rosol's article,  167% of Connecticut's growth was due to minority population increase.  The numbers were 83% in Illinois, 109% in Pennsylvania, 145 % in West Virginia & get ready for this...422% in North Dakota.  No state had less than 21% increase in population as a result of an increase in the number of minorities according to the article.  Yet Realtors continue to debate just how to deal with people who are "different."

As the level of fear, frustration & just plain ignorance increased in the room, I raised my hand.  The instructor signalled that I could speak & all 30 pairs of black & white eyeball turned in my direction.  I spoke from my heart.  You see, my skin color is dark, but my soul & life experience encompass a coat of many colors.  Having grown up in an international community, I see the differences & distinctions in people as the Gift. 

This was the story I told.  Many years ago, people from this nation sent people to my country & other countries around the world as missionaries to be light & bearers of assistance.  Many of you gave Money to make this possible.  The Money was the Seed.  That Seed was planted through the individuals you sent who built hospitals, schools & in various ways benefited the communities where it was planted. Your Seed enabled progress & transformation to emerge.

It is the nature of Seed to grow & bear Fruit.  But Fruit never looks like the Seed that was planted anymore than an acorn looks like an oak tree.  You gave money which created opportunities & I and others like me are the result.  You never get the full benefit of your Seed until you eat it's Fruit.  Eating Fruit is a humble recognition of accepting the return on your investment of Seed.  People with their experiences, gifts, talents, ideas & dreams are the result Seed of America's Investment in the world.  The Fruit has come back to give it's Gift from all over the earth! Failing to understand this dimension will ensure that you miss the Gift that is yours. 

At it's root core, this journey of acceptance, affirmation & enrichment through appreciating the Gift is a journey of the heart.  Programs like "At Home With Diversity" offered through the National Association of Realtors may start the conversation & enlighten the mind through education and awareness, but if we fail to understand the implications for our industry and more importantly for ourselves, our actions will be mere surface observances; stilted attempts to obey the letter of the law for fear of retribution rather than embracing the Spirit which gives life. 

We will miss opportunities to benefit from fresh ideas from an outside perspective because the voices we need to hear are simply not at the table.  These voices are already changing the dynamics of how America thinks & functions and THIS is nothing New!  Our nations' heritage was built on this foundation. Ellis Islandstands as a tribute to the many different cultures & voices that travelled to this country many years ago whose gems of contribution continue to enrich our lives to this day.  Can we afford to miss the next wave?  Perhaps, instead of trying to figure out how to deal with people's differences, we might be better served by simply receiving & accepting the Gift of their unique presence. 

*The Grand Rapids Association of Realtors was remarkably forward thinking in addressing issues that limited housing opportunities for people of different races.  Read their mission statement...

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