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I'm ashamed as a white
mother living in Hampton Roads.
Ashamed that I still see members of my own race here in Hampton Roads
trying to downgrade those of other races whenever they get angry,
frustrated or just start feeling stupid in the way they react to others.
As if the fact that they are agitated somehow exonerates them from
having to be decent human beings!
Hardly. Instead they are instantly reduced to being entirely subhuman by
screeching out some of the most repugnant racial obscenties imaginable.
They embarrass all of us when they act so ignorantly. And I'll
be the first to say it.
For instance, an elderly white man in our neighborhood yelling at his
black neighbor to turn down that "stupid nigger shit" - meaning the rap
music that's blaring from the front porch on his boom box - when he
hails from West Virginia.
Like his own twangy "hillbilly" music that he blares from his house
with the windows open is somehow less offensive to the ear?
Or a black woman with a car full of kids is racing to get them to their
karate class after school and accidentally swerves into the lane as a
white driver is trying to pass and she gets the finger or worse -
screamed at through an open window with kids in the car, "Get your black
Welfare ass over in your own lane, bitch!"
Yes, I'm ashamed. Very ashamed.
We, those of us of Caucasian origin, like to claim that we are "better"
people than that. In reality? Most of us are about as disgusting as
they come. We are every bit as bad as any black person who utters a
racial slur at us.
But will any of these racist white people who are guilty admit to it?
Not for a second.
They throw that "nigger" word around as if it were confetti whenever
they feel like it. They treat black children cluttered in their path as
if they were lower forms of life. They pride themselves on being
upstanding citizens - but slam the door on an Afro-American high school
kid selling candy bars from door-to-door to help his basketball team get
uniforms.
As a mother in Hampton Roads who is offended by ALL of these things, I
will happily be the first to say that my race is just as guilty as any
other of being racist. Very racist. So racist that it makes me utterly
hate them.
Yes, I do hate the members of my race quite a bit of the time. They try
to pretend that they are accepting when it comes to race but let's face
it, down deep where it counts they are just as prejudiced, just as
racially driven as everybody else.
Not to mention an awful lot of hate. Look at me, I said that I hate the
racists who have the same skin color as I do. Is my hatred of
them any more right?
No, it really isn't. It's wrong...and we're all wrong for feeling that
way.
Racial strife? We can change it and make life
better for our kids here in Hampton Roads.
Our only hope, I feel, is to teach our children to be better than the
adults they see and the racism they exhibit from day to day.
We can't change those among us who are already fixed in their beliefs
and the racism they demonstrate. But we can educate and guide our
children not to follow in those footsteps.
People, after all, are people. Does it really matter what skin color or
country of origin they come from if they are members of of our own
society?
It's been said that we need to live our lives to be the change we want
to see in the world.
Sure, there will always be that prejudicial element living among us - it
comes in all shapes and sizes, all colors and backgrounds. But if WE
try to be better people than those who came before us...won't that
eventually make all the difference in the world when it comes to race?
Think about it. If you're a mother out there who cares about the future
of your children, I think you would agree.
I sincerely hope you would agree!
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