"The vast ignorance..."
I live with white people right now in California. Older more mature white people have sense and even though they may believe something ridiculous about black people, they have enough sense to keep most of that crap in their heads (even then, some ignorance leaks out). Unfortunately, I am among younger people all the time and they say things like, "I like your kind of black people then regular black people." (this child speaks in reference to the fact that my heritage is Caribbean, specifically Grenadian.) I do not even believe he under stands the richness of Caribbean culture and how it has defined me as a person, nor does he not understand that I better associate with "regular" black people over white people. He probably saw a video of some Rastafarian men and thought they were cool. The joke mentioned about how I can only see your teeth on the dark was almost close to n-word status. Or the big teeth/smile that all white people seem to notice first. I love being black. If given the choice between being black or Hispanic, my black pride will not let me chose Hispanic. But people who could get away with making a choice for either ethnicity will definitely try. This entry may have seemed to be all over the place but this is just snippets of what I may expand on as I continue to blog. I'm going to take sometime in my blog to address the the ignorance that white people have of black culture, yet recognizing the over-indulgence that black people have of white culture. It is insane to be so under-educated about a major minority group within your country. Please take some time to watch the above video. Jesus loves all of ya'll. (Interpretation: Jesus love all of you all)
#Makeitwonderful So I'm up on this song right now. It's by Melanie Fiona and it talks about how much more the speaker/singer would put into their relationship the next time around. Take a listen or a watch... I think it's a powerful message for those seeking a second, third, fourth, fifth ... chance at life. Right now, I live with a family in which the husband must have done something bad in the past because no matter how much good he does (and he does a lot of good), it will never be enough. This is my issue. The past was hard to live through the first time. Why would I want to pay for it in every second for the rest of my life? This song speaks of putting the past behind and promising the best for the future. Let go of the past. I can't live with the guilt of the past. I can only pour all of me into a occurring present for a brighter future. ...But I don’t wanna do it over The first time is gone away You can’t rewrite the past All I can do is say This t...
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