Unless you’ve managed to locate your own private bubble, it’s become impossible to escape comments about racism. It’s like, for some people, their entire lives revolve around that one word.
I checked the definition in the dictionary:
Racism: a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race.
That way of thinking never made a lot of sense to me because, down through history, there have been talented, brave, even brilliant men and women, both black and white, in every walk of life. As far as I can tell, their brains were not black or white; their hearts were not black or white…
For the most part, people today point back to the days of slavery in this country as a basis for hateful feelings. Many black people complain that all white people owe them, even though none of them were ever slaves, and none of the white people they blame were ever slave owners.
If everyone held onto vengeful feelings, placing blame on one another for what our relatives and/or ancestors did, that could really get ugly – for both sides. And, it would be never ending…like racism.
Many white people today look down on all black people as, somehow, being beneath them. Though, few can give a rational reason as to why they feel that way.
What if all history remained the same – including slavery? Everything in the past was exactly the same…except for color? What if everyone had always been the same color? What would these people use to excuse their hatred, then?
What kind of character fuels such feelings, on either side? I say character, because it isn’t an illness. It isn’t a disease…
It’s a choice.
But, it didn’t begin with the current generation. Unfortunately, hatred, like the more positive character qualities respect and responsibility, is passed from one generation to the next.
Lots of people, myself included, have dear, highly respected friends of the opposite color. The same was true for my parents and grandparents.
So, is racism really white against black, or black against white? Or…
Could it be a condition of the heart?
A condition that causes some people to prefer living a life filled with hate and spite, rather than one of love and kindness?