My mother was raised in a very prejudice home, yet she came out totally the opposite. She raised us not to see color. This is one of the things I will always be grateful to her for. My husband and I have tried to do the same with our own children. Of course, since I'm black and he's white, that has been pretty easy for us to do, and it has been easy for our children to do. They know to expect nothing, nor accept anything, because of the color of their skin. They know how wrong that is.
People have asked me in the past if I have any problems with racial discrimination. I told them only if I choose to look for it, and since I don't choose to, I don't have problems. Life is definitely what you make it.
I think today's youth are being taught well and have an innocence as far as race is concerned.
A couple of years ago my mother-in-law came to stay with us. One of our neighbor's kids was at our house and innocently asked my mother-in-law, "Are you Jewel's mom or Sean's mom?" We all got such a kick out of that. You see, her pure little mind did not let her see color. It didn't even occur to her. If only we could all be that way.
I pray we can remember that we are all children of God. Period. Nothing else matters.
Have an awesome day!
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8 comments:
Great post. I was fortunate to be raised in a home that didn't discriminate against races or religions. We have come so far as a nation but still have a ways to go.
Thanks, Michele:-)
Fantastic post, Jewel! Thank you.
Thanks you for reading it:-)
Thank you for that reminder, Jewel. You know, when I read that anecdote about your little neighbor girl, I had to smile. After reading that, I realized that since our initial meeting, I don't think of you as black. I think of you as that tall, exotic, beautiful author woman!
My son served a mission in Atlanta Georgia. A year after he returned home, we went back with him to visit those whose lives he had touched and those who had touched his. In those we met I only saw the color of kindness and love. What a wonderful experience we had. When I think of you, I see the color of beauty and friendship.
You guys are making me teary:-)
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