So in my previous post I said that this was the worst year ever. Karma took that as a challenge. A white cop killed a black man for basically no reason. People of color began to protest. A white supremacist group decided to step that up a notch and caused rioting. There were many peaceful protests in this valley. Last night a woman decided she was going to drive through the middle of a peaceful protest. She was detained by a white cop who then let her go because there was not enough evidence to arrest her. IT WAS FILMED AND PUT ON TV. So if things aren't bad enough with my stress level at DEFCON 3 my son decides to have a mental breakdown and accuses me of being a racist and a Trump supporter.
Now I must tell you that his 3 beautiful children and his wife are people of color. I love them with all my heart. So you can imagine how this broke my heart. What started it? He made a Facebook post about Donald Trump's father. I researched it to see if it was valid. It was in part valid. I pointed that out to him by quoting my research. He went so far off the wall. He called me a racist and a trump supported and a few other things. None of which I am. But this brings me to why I am blogging about this.
People have become so hateful. This incident with my son is a perfect example. He used to be a kind loving man. I raised him and his sister to be "color blind." I taught them that people are people. There are good and bad. I taught them that you can't hate someone you don't know. I also taught them that hate is a powerful word and should only be used for the worst of the worst kind of people.
This isn't only happening to my son. It is happening to a lot of good people. They have become so wrapped up in their hate for this president that there is no longer room in their heart for love and kindness.
I don't have the answer but I know one thing. I don't want to be a part of the problem. I live in a diverse community where whites are the minority. I am happy here. I am not aware of any racists living here. But I am sure there are. My neighbors, for the most part, are kind loving people that depend on each other to keep our neighborhood safe.
Now I am asking myself the hard questions. Am I a racist?
Is anyone listening?
Now I must tell you that his 3 beautiful children and his wife are people of color. I love them with all my heart. So you can imagine how this broke my heart. What started it? He made a Facebook post about Donald Trump's father. I researched it to see if it was valid. It was in part valid. I pointed that out to him by quoting my research. He went so far off the wall. He called me a racist and a trump supported and a few other things. None of which I am. But this brings me to why I am blogging about this.
People have become so hateful. This incident with my son is a perfect example. He used to be a kind loving man. I raised him and his sister to be "color blind." I taught them that people are people. There are good and bad. I taught them that you can't hate someone you don't know. I also taught them that hate is a powerful word and should only be used for the worst of the worst kind of people.
This isn't only happening to my son. It is happening to a lot of good people. They have become so wrapped up in their hate for this president that there is no longer room in their heart for love and kindness.
I don't have the answer but I know one thing. I don't want to be a part of the problem. I live in a diverse community where whites are the minority. I am happy here. I am not aware of any racists living here. But I am sure there are. My neighbors, for the most part, are kind loving people that depend on each other to keep our neighborhood safe.
Now I am asking myself the hard questions. Am I a racist?
Is anyone listening?
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