The Universal Eternal Emotions, Where Color of Skin Is Just a Cloak
Is race really a big deal in the US?
Thursday, May 6, 2010
"If a gun were placed to my head while I was on my knees, and I was told that the gun would certainly blast a hole through my brain if I am false, or inaccurate, yet will not fire if I tell the truth to the best of my knowledge, I would have to say there is no superior race in the eyes of our Creator. With the swearing of my life I do attest that I have seen the best of humanity in souls that wear every shade of skin. The worst of character can present itself through any one willing to serve emotions of egocentricity or hate, and, likewise, all that makes life good through the kindness of others can manifest itself through any living human willing to be understanding or compassionate." ~ Bradley Coldbrook
The author Kristin Low asked the following questions to American Citizens. This web page is devoted to answering those questions. The complex nature of humanity requires more than one posting of response, and the infinite variables of individual experience requires due consideration.
"Is race really a "big thing" in the US?"
"The general impression I get from news, movies and just general social interactions with American citizens is that race seems to play a significant role in the national psyche."
"If you are a US citizen, does race play a part in your interactions with your fellow countrymen, consciously or subconsciously? Are "mixed relationships" a big deal? If you have children, does the ethnicity of their partner come up on your radar? If so, why?"
"Is this actually the case? What do you think is behind it?" ~ Kristin Low
Perspective of Bradley Coldbrook:
Where to begin?
The above questions deserve as much accurate detail, and tried theory as any questions should. To pretend there are no tensions, or that all who are have due and equal respect for every one else, who, also, is, without regard to appearance, well, that's like saying one cannot drown if they hold their breath in the middle of an ocean.
Oakland suffered 110 homicides just last year, in the year 2009 A.D. (A.D.? What's that stand for?) I was shot multiple times on March 1st of that same year. I would have died between Claudia Horton, age 56, who was beaten to death on February 27, and Yezal Achadabraheen, age 46, who was shot to death March 4th. I would have been Oakland's eleventh homicide, had I not been miraculously blessed by a multiple-click misfire, point-blank against my chest, and the penetration of two bullets through separate vital regions of my body, without permanent injury. Three days before that group of young men boarded that bus to engage in robbery, I left poetry concerning Oakland, and its ability to shine in the face of adversity, with Mayor Ron Dellums, Congresswoman Barbara Lee, and U.S Rep Ellen Tauscher, prior to her appointment in the Obama Administration. I have been campaigning for humanity since I left service as a 9-1-1 paramedic in Oakland, ten years ago.
I was raised in a town in Connecticut with little racial diversity. I moved to California during high school, and have since lived in San Jose, San Francisco, Oakland, Santa Cruz, Manteca, Santa Clara, Salinas, and Monterey, California, with an enlightening summer in Espanola, New Mexico while hitch-hiking across the United States at the age of seventeen. I am now reporting from Las Vegas, Nevada, where research for this assignment brought me into the pulse of reality that excites me in its testament to our ability to get along, and sings of the genius, humanity, and strength of soul in others that, sometimes, is left easily unseen . . . selectively ignored for the stereotype or assumption that laziness of mind, lack of courage, or absence of experience dictates to those who choose such ignor-ance over attentive listening, or loving respect. What I experienced two days ago is both invigorating, and somber-ing. It was made clear that the vice of addiction grips some able-bodied, and apt minded, individuals into a cycle of repetitive destruction that festers wounds beyond the individual afflicted.
For six years, I was a 9-1-1 Paramedic in Alameda and Monterey Counties, serving the Emergency Medical needs of both urban and rural communities with varying ethnic populations. My paramedic internship was with San Francisco Department of Public Health's Paramedic Division, now absorbed into the San Francisco Fire Department. My two sons are half filipino, with my oldest son very active in the Chinese Community of San Francisco. I was recently engaged to a woman in Oakland, California, who preferred to be called Black instead of African American, because, as she would say, she's never been to Africa, so prefers to be considered as American as any one living here.
Nine months after I was shot by a group of juveniles for interrupting the robbery of an older man on a bus, I moved into that same neighborhood where my new girlfriend had resided all her life. During the five months I resided there, I saw only two other pale-skinned males, each in isolated incidents. One was running with a Pit Bull. Shana and I certainly got a few chuckles projecting some imaginations from that one.
I hope you find my forthcoming series of responses to the question of race insightful, and enjoyable to read.
To answer the busy reader's inquisitive mind, before a long explaination how I came to this conclusion, I will first state how I feel about different "races" on Earth. If a gun were placed to my head while I was on my knees, and I was told that the gun will certainly blast a hole through my brain if I am false, or inaccurate, yet will not fire if I tell the truth to the best of my knowledge, I would have to say there is no superior race in the eyes of our Creator. With the swearing of my life I do attest that I have seen the best of humanity in souls that wear every shade of skin. The worst of character can present itself through any one willing to serve emotions of egocentricity or hate, and, likewise, all that makes life good through the kindness of others can manifest itself through any living human willing to be understanding or compassionate.
Stay tuned for more on this subject as time permits. This is important, and words must be chosen when there is enough concentration behind them to ensure their accuracy and effectiveness. Sincerely, Bradley Coldbrook