In 2001, I accepted a secretarial job in a small, independently owned real estate company in Raleigh, N.C. From 1994 till 2001...I owned an interior design company in the Cary/Apex area of North Carolina. Following a separation from my junior high school sweetheart and husband of fifteen years, I NEEDED a break from the responsibilities and pressures of being self-employed. (I had no idea that my decision would lead me to where I am today! ONLY GOD KNEW!)
Having absolutely NO background or experience in real estate, I knew little about ‘fair housing laws' and ‘protected classes'...but I did know about PREJUDICE. Growing up in the South in the 1970s, I was exposed to all forms of prejudice. In my junior high school, we had police officers on duty to keep the racially motivated violence under control. When I developed a close friendship with a black kid in my class, a group of white boys threatened him to 'leave one of ours alone', or he would be harmed. I did not even know those boys, but I lost my friend.
OH YEAH...I almost forgot to mention...my father is Native American Indian. Growing up, I heard all of the jokes about ‘dirty indians' and watched my father struggle to prove that he was ‘as good' as the white men around him
. I don't believe he ever convinced himself.
Some people believe that we humans are programmed by the environments in which we live and grow. I agree that our environments shape our beliefs and our views on life...but I get angry when people say, "I can't help the way I am because I was raised that way." As a child, I witnessed nothing but hatred and prejudice, but it never embedded itself in my heart...it never imprisoned my spirit. I remained...as I was created to be...‘colorblind'.
Fast forward to 2001:
As I worked in the real estate industry and learned about real estate law, I became very interested and involved in working with minority families. As I shared in The REAL reason I became a REALTOR® (This will make some people angry...and...I can live with that.), I realized that I had found my calling in assisting minority families to obtain affordable housing and financing. I witnessed a particular need (a void) in the Hispanic Community, and I chose to focus my attention and efforts on filling THAT void. It became my PASSION...my MISSION!
The real estate office in which I worked was small...only six agents. All of them were aware of my newly discovered passion to help the Hispanic Community, and most of the agents encouraged me to follow my heart. However, there was one agent (let's call him Billy Bob), who insisted that I was ‘doing ALL that just to get under his skin'. Apparently, he was a graduate of the ‘Good Ole Boy School of Real Estate' where they do not teach about fair housing, protected classes or anti-discrimination.
One afternoon, ‘Billy Bob' came into the office when no one else was around. I could tell immediately that he had something on his mind, but I tried to avoid him. He hovered over my desk until I could ignore him no more. He said, "Elizabeth...I've been wondering about something." "Okay, ‘Billy Bob'...what have you been wondering?" (Thinking:: This oughta be good!) He said (the pitch of his voice raised), "Elizabeth...you look white (he paused)...so I don't understand why you always go ‘round telling people that you are (Native American) Indian...like you are proud of it or something. Why don't you just keep your mouth shut and let them keep on thinking you are white?"
[WOW! Did he JUST say THAT out loud to ME?]
I thought for a moment. Then I replied, "Billy Bob...you don't look THAT stupid. (I paused.) Why don't you just keep your mouth shut and keep them guessing?" He stared at me blankly. I honestly do not believe that he had a clue what I meant. That is the problem with prejudice...it is not based in logic or reason...it is rooted in hatred. To ‘Billy Bob'...my being proud of my Native American heritage and wanting to help minority families achieve their dream of homeownership...was a slap in ‘the white man's' face. In reality, it had NOTHING to do with him. He did not get it, and I suspect he never will.
As real estate professionals...we have a legal obligation to be colorblind. Refer to Article 10 of The Code of Ethics and Standard Practice:
Article 10 
REALTORS® shall not deny equal professional services to any person for reasons of race, color, religion, sex, handicap, familial status, or national origin. REALTORS® shall not be parties to any plan or agreement to discriminate against a person or persons on the basis of race, color, religion, sex, handicap, familial status, or national origin. (Amended 1/90)REALTORS®, in their real estate employment practices, shall not discriminate against any person or persons on the basis of race, color, religion, sex, handicap, familial status, or national origin. (Amended 1/00)
As humans...we have a moral responsibility to be colorblind. The ‘Golden Rule' challenges us to ‘Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.' Let's take that one step further...‘Whatever is hurtful to you, do not do to any other person.'
Prejudice is a disease...but unlike cancer or AIDS, we already have the CURE. IF the cause of this disease is HATE...then the cure for this disease must certainly be LOVE. LET'S LOVE ONE ANOTHER!
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Written and Posted by:
Elizabeth Nieves - Broker, REALTOR®
The Elizabeth Nieves Realty Group @ Keller Williams (A Bilingual Real Estate Team serving Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill NC and surrounding areas.)
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"Billy Bob...you don't look THAT stupid. (I paused.) Why don't you just keep your mouth shut and keep them guessing?" LOL! You go girl! I can not believe that someone would be ignorant enough to say such a thing to your face. Or to anyone! Amen to this post sister. You done good little lady!