A little while back my homie country got a new government. One of them, the new Minister of Culture and Democracy, Alice Bah-Kuhnke, isn’t exactly known to the people of IKEA-land as a life-long politician, but to most as an early 90s host of Disneyklubben, a Swedish version of the Mickey Mouse Club.
At the time I turned around to our US editor and made some sort of ‘funny-haha’ comparison between our Mickey Mouse club presenters and theirs (Ours become political leaders, theirs become Britney Spears) and did not think more of it – she’s only just started so we’ll see if she makes a difference.
Today I went on Twitter and something caught my eye: “Can we all just STOP going on about how Alice Bah-Kuhnke used to host a kids show and broadcast to the world that we have our SECOND black woman in government?”
‘Shit the damn bed,’ I thought to myself, ‘she’s black!’
I had completely forgotten. It had not even crossed my mind to turn around to anyone and say “Guess what, we just put ANOTHER black woman under 45 in our government”.
At first, I thought it was a good thing that I did not see this potentially great cabinet minister (I didn’t vote for her so I reserve judgement) as her colour. But then I felt less sure.
Is it really a good thing that I completely forgot that she is black? Or is forgetting that someone is a minority a mistake only I, a privileged white chick, can make and should I have been shouting from the rooftops about the fact that my homecountry has put a woman of colour in charge?
You tell me.