Have you ever thought about what exactly this day does mean? Or what it actually means to you personally? Do you think it affects you? Well, for me and my family, it does. Quite a bit actually. Obviously for the better. Let's chat a bit.
Can you imagine it? I know there are movies and people that have experienced some serious racism, but for the white folk out there, can you even imagine it? What blows my mind is that people thought it was okay! People thought it was okay to act like they were better than someone else because of their skin color. People thought it was okay to think that blacks were less than them, even less than human. It blows.my.mind. And the innocent 'let's all be happy' girl in me wants to act like people don't think that anymore. Like we've moved on. Or if I just turn my head, will it all go away?
But I can't turn my head. I am married to black man who has experienced for himself first hand some of this ugliness that I speak of. I actually have witnessed it a bit as well. Nothing with calling names or abuse or anything as blatant as that, because let's be honest, who in their right mind would try to beat up my husband? :) But with remarks and statements, it makes me really sad.
I do think, however, we have come a long way. We don't experience as much racism as we would have maybe 20 or 50 years ago. We are able to be happily married without too much from other people. (Our college dating story on the other hand... oohhheeee the racism!) I think the biggest problem is ignorance. People don't know how to act around my husband because he's different. He's big and black and has an accent. People like me are drawn to it, but there are people who are just plain scared of it.
But then, I have to think about my beautiful, mixed babies in this world. How will people view them? Honestly, I don't care if people see them as black or white or mixed or just plain gorgeous. I care about who they are as men. I also care about how people treat them. One of my biggest worries when we move back to the states is that people won't know how to treat them. They are interracial. They are intercultural. They speak another language. They are huge. They look different. I hope and pray that the transition is easy and that the parents where we live are bringing up their kids to be loving and accepting to different. To embrace them.
But my number one thing I want my boys to know if this doesn't happen. It is OK. Daddy loves you. Mommy loves you. Most importantly, God loves you. You do not, let me repeat, do not need these people's acceptance to know that you are loved.
So if Martin Luther King Jr. hadn't stood up for what he believed in, for what is right, would we be where we are? Would I have married my husband? Would I have my beautiful and oh-so-precious babies? Praise the Lord I don't have to think about those scenarios because he did. The course of history was changed for the better and I pray that it only continues to do so.
Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day!