Regarding this week’s series on race in Boulder: Wow, this is not a surprise, I am sorry to say. I am a 71-year-old white woman and have lived in Boulder for the last 25 years, recently moved to Gunbarrel.
I do love this place. I’ve never been sorry I moved here, but when I read a couple of months ago that Boulder was the happiest city in the U.S., I almost laughed, but it really wasn’t funny. Wealth, health, nature — yes, by all means, Boulder has them. Kindness, happiness, community — not so much. I don’t blame; I’m actually sorry about it. I’ve watched people for years here — their faces, body posture, their interactions — and I’ve noticed for years that Boulder is not a happy place. Rarely is there an expression of joy, from children sometimes.
I’m not sure what needs to be done. For myself, I’ve intentionally slowed down a lot so I can actually appreciate people, animals, trees, you name it, more. I’ve also done a lot of internal work to release a lot of old, pent-up anger, disappointments and hurt. I am so sorry that people of color are receiving the brunt of this undealt-with stuff. It certainly can’t be about them; they aren’t known to the people who treat them that way. This is stuff that’s been sitting here for who knows how long.
I want to apologize to these beautiful people who are putting up with this stuff. I lived in the Bay Area for 20 years, and when I moved up here, I felt like I fell into white bread city and I have been so glad there are at least a few more folks of color coming here. I’ve wanted to walk up to some of you and thank you for coming, but that seems horribly weird, too — I don’t know you. But I think if we all take a deep breath and try it again, Boulder might just be able to come off of it’s upward mobilizing and come down to earth and relax and see the beauty in a lot more people and life itself.
Anand Shakti Margaret Crowley, Boulder