Racey Reality…

IMG_1762I live in a country where I’m allowed to express my mind… My thoughts… My reality….

My reality… My perspective on life has changed with time…

The journey God has taken me on in life has evolved as He’s changed my heart…

Part of the truth about who I am is being from the South… From Louisiana… From a place rooted in culture…

But within that culture is so much…

And part of the truth about who I am…. Who my ancestors were… Well it’s shameful…

I am an 8th generation descendant from a plantation…

Yeah, the ones we learn about in American history classes… A place where people owned people…

And I don’t know that much about the actual act of slavery on my family’s plantation… I’ve been told my ancestors treated their slaves “well”… And whatever the case is…. Well it doesn’t matter… Because my family used to own people… And that in itself isn’t just at all…

And I don’t hold it against them… There’s enough hate in this world as it is… And I don’t need to contribute by holding onto some couple of hundred year old hate…

And as much as I’d like to admit I’ve always been loving and accepting of different races and people groups… Well I haven’t…

I’ve had to learn to love others… To see the person sitting next to me as my equal… That we all bleed the same color and have air coming in and out of our lungs the way God intended…. That we all deserve love, respect and a chance to live a life of potential…

And I’ve asked God to forgive my ancestors… To free me and the life that comes after me of this hate, complete disrespect and crime against mankind…

But that’s the thing… Asking Him to forgive is good… It’s true… It happens… He’ll set the record straight and completely remove all of the curses on my generational line… But… Then living it out is different… Because that means I have to live a lifestyle of love…. To treat every single person I come into contact with with respect…

And I truly thank God for placing me in an environment over the past two years where I worked for an Asian-African American… Where I had to learn how to love them as myself…

And now…. Now when I walk down the street… Well color is color… I see less of what’s on the outside and more of what’s on the inside… I try and engage in conversation and look at the heart… Because the heart never lies…

And, of course, I’m not “there” yet… I have my moments where racism still tries to become a way in me… But then I quickly remind myself… Or have a friend remind me of reality…

And I just truly hope… One day… That I can just live with a peaceful mind… One that doesn’t segregate, discriminate, hate and completely disrespect a people group….

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