So I don’t know what to think. George Zimmerman has been found not guilty.
I don’t write a lot about news events and these types of things, but this one hits a little close to home. See, I have two black babies. And everything in me wants to think this isn’t a race issue. Everything in me wants to think that it was a proper trial and wouldn’t have been different if it were a white boy that had been shot.
Now I’m not going to talk about whether or not this was a proper trial. I didn’t follow it close enough to really weigh in on that. It just brings the issue of race that makes me think about some things.
I don’t want to make mountains out of molehills. I don’t want to make race an issue when it’s not. I want my boys to grow up confident in who they are, not seeing color. I want them to see people. Beautiful people that are God’s wonderful creation. I don’t want their first judgement to be the color of their skin or hair or eyes.
See, tonight we had a party for my Grandpa. He turned 88 years old. And all his grand kids stood around him to take a picture. I leaned over to my cousin and said “Who would have thought 30 years ago Grandpa would have a black man in his family pictures?” Who would have thought? He grew up in a different time than we did, he had different thoughts about race. But I am so proud to say that to this day my Grandpa fully accepts and loves my husband and kids. Even though it’s not something I fully understand, I am so grateful he has progressed that far.
So we are making progress, right? We are moving forward a little bit, aren’t we? Then something like this throws a wrench in things.
This makes me so mad, actually. SO MAD. Because some people will never have to deal with race. Some will never have to think twice about how your kids are treated because of their color. Some will never have to consider talking to your kids about these problems. It’s hard to see the other side of the coin. Gosh, it’s so frustrating.
And it’s fine that they might never see it. It’s fine that they have a white family. It’s fine because that’s beautiful too. Just at least try to be sensitive to the people that do have to face these things.
I think that sometimes it might be good intentions. It might be that they don’t want to see racism because they aren’t racist so they just default that way. But that’s also part of the problem. I would LOVE to not see race. I would LOVE to act like no one out there is racist. I would LOVE to pretend like everyone that sees my boys thinks they’re beautiful.
But we still don’t live in that world. We’re closer, that’s for sure. We’ve made lots of progress, that’s for sure. But we’re not there. White people, you can’t pretend. You have to be sensitive to the fact that there are a ton of people out there still fighting for their rights. Still fighting to be seen the same as you. To have the same opportunities as you.
So to those people – what if it were your son? What if your son got shot 70 yards from his house? And there’s no one to answer for it? No one to say sorry to your family? No punishment, no one held responsible? You would be singing quite the different tune, I think.
Quite the rant, I know. But it hurts my heart to live in this world. It hurts my heart to see this crap go on. It hurts my heart that I have to make my babies aware someday of how they should be more than above reproach because there is no slack given to them due to their race. They are not starting at equal opportunity. One look at them sets them back a step.
I don’t have any answers. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to make it easier for families that are effected by this stuff more than I am. I wish I could make it easier, make it better.
I guess I just want to encourage you all to each day make a conscience effort to see people in God’s beautiful light. In the way He created people. He’s so creative you guys! He created beauty in red and yellow, black and white. He sees NO COLOR. He sees no imperfections. He sees His beauty, His creation, His wonderful work.
Can we try to see each other this way? Let’s make this world a better place, one person at a time.