When I was young, I would eat with my Senegalese relatives out of one bowl. This was a drastic departure from the dining customs of my relatives in Baltimore where I had my own plate, fork, and knife. In Baltimore, I was trained to know what was mine and what belonged to others which made sharing, with no control of whose hand was touching my portion of food, difficult and disconcerting.
When I arrived at the Innovation Convening, a yearly workshop to learn how to apply design thinking to issues in the Reproductive Justice movement, I was confronted by a similar feeling of entitlement. We were asked to share our precious ideas with people we didn’t know and allow them to touch, probe, and critique what we brought to the table.