Case in point, the "diversity" of the new Minister of National Defense. He is a Sikh -- a Lt.-Colonel in the Canadian Forces -- a decorated veteran of three separate tours of duty in Afghanistan, and a former detective officer in the Vancouver Police Department. His photo in combat gear is posted above.
It isn't "diversity" that I applaud here. Because he's not diverse, and neither am I. What gives me great joy (other than just plain flat-out "purty," happy sigh) -- is "alterity." Here is a person who is "other," not at all like me*. And I think I am better off because that is so.
["not at all like me BUT ON MY SIDE" to be precise.]
Now I admit I am a foolish-fond old woman, and I can't help remembering that whenever "Punjab" showed up, in the funny papers, Little Orphan Annie's fortunes took a turn for the better.
One way and another, I feel more defended than I did last week.
Also, when he's not being a wild man in the Khyber Pass, he cleans up nicely.