Some people spend a lifetime sidestepping the beauty of individuality and difference. Others wrap their arms around diversity and intimately embrace the sensitivity of spirit. 

The sounds and characteristics of a culture, of a person and of a community are not a singular voice. Solidarity builds through the tapestry of individuality and difference. It is a process built through struggle, birthed in pain, tendered with care, and acknowledged with shouts of deference. 

In the element of light, white is the addition of all colors. In the element of pigment, black is the element of all colors. In a multidimensional world the variations of additive and subtractive make us whole and our indifference grows when we cannot see.To break through the whitest wall, the screams of each character are heard and invisibilities shared. 

We can no longer whisper.

LET'S BEGIN . . . 

He screamed projecting full power. 

This was different. The whiteness had no escape. 

Emerald green terror filled his gaze darting from floor to bed, wall to ceiling. His eyes saw nothing though he knew he was not blind. He had been here before. His demon --- the whitest wall --- had returned for a face-off. He screamed powerfully to escape. The door, locked for safe-keeping, imprisoned the whiteness. 

Isolated. 

He shrieked hoping to unlock his sleep. 

Abandoned. 

His father was lost, his dog dead. He burst through the whitest wall into the light. 

“Yes! Light!” 

“But, the whiteness stays?” 

“Alone.” 

There was one difference. 

. . . HIS SLEEVES WERE ORANGE!

Excerpted from The Whitest Wall © Copyright 2012 by Jodee Kulp. Reprinted with permission by Better Endings New Beginnings. All rights reserved.