Warning: This post contains strong, offensive language.
Today, On Martin Luther King Junior’s life celebration day, I have been thinking a lot about race. Specifically racists. You see, I grew up with horribly racist parents. To me, racism looks a lot like hatred. And it looks ugly. All of my life I have been arguing with my Mother on this issue. To no avail. She has always and still does refuse to refer to any African American as black or African American. To her, they are a nigger. She says it loud and clear for all to hear. You cannot imagine my shame when I was a child. I wonder why I did not have this same belief. One would think that as a small child with the hatred all around that I would have to turn out the same. But even as a small child, I knew she was wrong. And small. And ugly for it. (I don’t hate my mother, btw, I get along great with her as a rule. I know that for whatever reason, she cannot get past this prejudice that has been fed to her. I forgive her for that because she is doing the best that she can. But? She knows NOT to talk about it around me anymore.)
It has always been important to me to judge people by the type of person that they are and how they treat me. This has nothing to do with the way that they look. I have worked hard to make my Mother keep this ugliness to herself around my kids. I think that Andy and I have done a good job bringing them up with no racial prejudices.
I cannot even share with you the awful things my mother has said about Obama. It makes that little girl feel ashamed all over again. But this adult is standing tall and is proud of incoming President. I am proud as a mother, a woman and an American. I have high hopes and worry that one man cannot pull off the miracles this country and world need. But we can hope, right?
And for me? It will be a perfect world when people will look at Barack Obama and not see him as a Black Man (or worse) but as a Man.
What a wonderful world it will be.
I brought Myron to the vets today. He has a urinary tract infection. I did this on your advice and you were right, what bright readers I have. Not that this will be the miracle cure to the problem, but I can hope, right? He’s on bubble gum flavored amoxicillin for 5 days.