I grew up hearing the “n” word. I listened to the rants about how lazy or sorry they were. I witnessed the racist treatment.
My heart broke.
Every time.
Every word.
In my soul from as early as I can remember I cringed at the unfairness of it all. Who could help their skin color. When was being born dark or light skinned an option. Had I chosen mine?
And what degree of blackness made you different or less than? One half?
One fourth?
Was there a measuring stick for this?
I had so many questions but no one could answer. I kept my opinions mostly to myself. Until I couldn’t anymore.
Once an adult I let those around me know I didn’t appreciate their remarks. I didn’t share their unfounded bias. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t see color. I did. But I treated others as I wanted to be treated. I gave out respect and love freely.
I tried to set an example to the ones that held on to their hatred.
How could people be so mean and So blinded by their
Bigotry.
But today it IS being talked about. A lot of hearts have softened. Loved ones have changed their hearts and minds. We as a society still have a long way to go.
And not all of the protests lately seem valid, I know. Rioting, destruction of history, violence and killing is not what was fought for so long ago. It was equality. That is the “protest” I join.

Equal to vote. Equal to learn. Equal to love. Equal to live.
I don’t claim to be colorblind. I’m not oblivious to white privilege. Or years of economic differences.
But I do claim that I will treat you just like I want to be treated.

Just equal.