Race in America... How Not to Hate...
Finding Racial Balance
Ask me, a black man, the state of race in America. I will tell you that not much has changed. The media still do there part to sell racism; of course such a sensational issue generates readership, and viewers. It is true that there are laws out there that protect all Americans. There is no law to change people's minds.There is no law to make right-thinking, human people. If there was, all those that have fallen dead because of racial hatred and injustice would still be alive.The evil irony of racism is that it controls the lives of people, the racist and everyone he or she encounters.
I will admit , it is hard to remain human in the presence of those who hate you. It is a fight worth fighting though. Racisim is not something inherent to our D.N.A., it is a learned behavior, or an accepted way of being. It has become cliche to describe that babies of different races play perfectly well together. It is however, true. A baby is highly more human than an adult. For me life has been a journey of discovery.
As a young man growing up in all black neighborhoods and schools, I was limited. Ignorant. Ignorant is not bad, unless you stay ignorant. I was blessed though, in the fact that my mother didn't teach me to hate. She did teach me not to go certain places, especially at night. Especially not alone. That was just reality. When I was born people of my complexion were getting hung from trees.
Rising Above It
I was fortunate enough to go into the Navy as a young man. I met people of all races and cultures in the ports we landed in. It was incredible to be an 18 yr. old travelling the world.I discovered that the men I sailed with, though many of us different ,were in more ways the same. We missed our wives, girlfriends, family, and country . We shared joys at the same things, and fears of some of the same things. Most of us had pride in our uniform, and the country it represented. It still wells up that same pride in me today. Even when I hear people say pray for our troops. I do. I pray for people in those other lands too. Not everyone there is a soldier. Just people . Like us. Trying to live, and love, and you know. The pursuit of happiness.
I can remember being overseas. Encountering people that wanted me to dance. They assumed that all black people could dance. I have two left feet. I also have met some white people that can dance cirlcles around me. It doesn't bother me. Probably because i'm not trying to fit an image of what a black man is supposed to be. Know too that if I see one more movie where the black man in the film is loud, obnoxious, womanizing, and just an all out jack-ass i'm gonna scream. Seriously!
Children Represent Hope
Our young people it seems are really the only hope. That of all the problems they will face, that race should be the least of them. Hopefully parents can do their part ,to expose children to races, cultures, and religions other than their own. As adults too we can make it a point to read or view films that totally relates to other cultures. The best thing though, is face-to-face encounters with others. All assumptions aside. We have to fight against racism, without becoming consumed by it ourselves. There is no such thing as 'reverse racism'. Hatred is hatred. We must rise above or we are truly no higher than the lowest of animals.