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Don’t fall down…2 posts in one day!?  What’s the world coming to??  lol  Seriously, this is a post of a much more serious nature than I usually post.  But here goes…

This is a post I’ve started many times – too many to count.  But I’ve never finished it.  So I’m going to do so now.  Yes, I know hate is a strong word.  Too many people hate.  These people hate black people.  Those people hate gays.  Those people over there hate others based on religion.  I’m not pointing fingers; my Mama taught me it was impolite to point.  My Mama also taught me to treat others as I want to be treated, which is how I’m raising my kids.  Yes, I’ve seen more than my share of racism & bigotry.  I grew up in Alabama.  I heard people call others ugly names.  Sometimes to their face, but for the most part the name calling went on behind hands, behind closed doors, in the company of ‘like-minded folks’.  And it sickens me to think of how many times I could have stood up & said something, but I didn’t.  Maybe if I had made one person stop & think “Hey, that’s another person.  A human being, just like me.” maybe I could have changed the way that person thinks.  Maybe, maybe not.  But I’ll never know cause I didn’t stand up.  I remember back when I was in high school, ya know, when kids know everything?, & I was dating who I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.  Well, he was telling me about the high school he went to (he was 5 years older than me, so he was out of school already) & how it was a very small, private school.  Well, there weren’t any African-Americans who attended that school when he first went, but eventually a couple students enrolled.  He said it was almost like George Wallace at the schoolhouse steps.  And he said he was right there with everybody else, trying to keep these students who happened to have a darker skin tone out of an institution that while not public, but their parents had paid with money just as green as everybody else’s to get an education.  Flash forward a few years.  I’m not with that person any longer, but we have a child together.  I’m talking to my mom about a friend of mine from work & my son asks out of the blue “What color is she?”  When I asked him why did that matter, he said that his dad had said something abt a N he worked with.  My son said he asked what a N was & he was told “someone who’s a different color than you are.”

My parents are from a different time.  Not that it gives them the freedom to say/& or do anything, but let’s just say they taught me more by “Do as I say, not as I do.”  But while I do love them to no end, I just don’t agree with everything they believe.  I’ve heard from them “Look at that, a white & black boy holding hands.  That’s just sick” & “So & So’s nice, for a black man.”  Why does it matter what a person’s skin color is if they’re nice?  Like I said, I was taught to treat others the way I want to be treated.  I was also taught not to judge.  It’s not my place.  If I judged people before I got to know them, I’d have missed out on some great friendships.  Ya’ll know who you are.  Love ya!  I’ve never once thought to myself “Self, we need to go out & find a black friend.  Or a gay friend. ”  You get the picture.  I look at it this way.  There’s already so much meanness & hate in the world, celebrate love & happiness were & when we can!  Look beyond skin color.  Look beyond sexual preference.  If someone’s gay, I’m gonna go out on a limb here & say it’s very unlikely they’ll try to ‘recruit’ you.  Same for black, or white, or green.  Just don’t hate.  We already have enough problems to pass down to our kids.  Let’s not leave a legacy of hate, too.

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