I just finished reading the book, The Help by Kathryn Stockett. I guess that I'm naive because I had no idea that things were that bad in the 60's. I didn't know that people thought their black maids carried diseases and germs that whites didn't have immunity to. I've never been able to understand prejudice. I've never understood how someone can look at a physical characteristic and dislike a person because of it. I grew up in a predominantly white school. We had a handful of other races. But it was just skin in my opinion. I don't remember looking at a person and making a decision about them just because of how they looked.
My favorite baby doll as I was growing up was black. It was in the 70's and I thought she was the prettiest doll at the store and it never even occurred to me that anyone might have an issue with her skin color. Why would they? She was beautiful. I can remember taking her everywhere and one day when going to visit relatives I got my first comment. My older relative said "why did you bring that nigger baby with you?" What??? I knew that was a word you didn't say. And I was angry. My doll was beautiful; her skin was an amazing chocolate color, her hair was dark dark brown. I wanted to bring her with me everywhere. And I can remember thinking (at 7 years old) "I'm going to grow up and marry a black man so that my babies look like this doll and I'll bring them where ever I want and you better not say anything about it."
It still puzzles and angers me when I hear racist statements. I just don't get it. Our DNA is the same. And more than that, God created us with unique physical characteristics. And He considers us all equally His children. Our skin color, the shape of our eyes, our hair-- none of that matters. God looks at our hearts, and so should we.
I love culture, I love the uniqueness and richness of the different cultures--I don't want a big melting pot where we don't have differences anymore. But I do want a world where everyone is accepted and respected just as they are.