God Does Not See Color
By Lori Rice
I am a baby boomer. I was born in 1963. I first met with racism face to face when I was 15 years old. My parents were killed when I was young and I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle. My uncle was the deacon of the church and a wonderful black family started coming to church. I got to know them and their kids. After sometime the family asked to join the church but, were told you can be part of the association but, you must build a church for your type of people. The church sent them away because of their color. Not long afterwards I was invited to a friends house and he took me to his room to show me what was in his closet. Now at this point I loved this person dearly as my friend and had no idea what the deep secret was he was hiding form the world. He showed me a t shirt with a cartoon on it and it had a negro boy eating watermelon sitting on a fence over looking a garden in the distant trees was a KKK member with a gun pointed at him. For a fewminutes I stood in silence not knowing what to say. I saw my friendship crumbling before my eyes. My friend walked to his closet and pulled out a KKK uniform and he proceeded to tell me his father was way up in the clan and he was a member too. I hugged him and told him we could no longer be friends because I would never share his views. This really shattered my belief in God and I walked away from my dreams of being a missionary and a teacher. As the years went by I inherited a step son who got on dope, ruined my family financially and had a hit put on his father and I from the Aryan Brotherhood and we had to go into hiding. In the years since then I was teaching at a school and a black grandparent told me to get out of the school they didn’t want a cracker teaching their kids and that I could never understand them or their culture because I was from the other side of the tracks and they would force me out. Eventually, I left the school. I started working at another school and on the way to school every morning for almost 2 years a black man stood on the corner selling newspapers and would stop cars and they would pay. He never once tried to stop me and let me buy a news paper. One day after two years of seeing the man I stopped and he sold me my first black newspaper. We spoke every morning after that. I thank that man for breaking the silence and letting me see that racism does not have to exist. That man helped me understand that God does not see color. I was not born privileged or elitist or even entitled instead I was born and given up for adoption to parents who loved me and were killed when I was very young to grow up in a home that was racist. I never could understand why other colors could not be loved too. Religion gets in the way of God and God’s business of loving. All God want’s to do is love and he does not care about color. All of this political correctness breeds contempt, for each other, society and our great nation. This same contempt causes riots in neighborhoods that need to be saved, contempt between men and women, contempt between political parties and most of all contempt for a loving God. Until we can all see that none of us are exempt from participating in making racism a thing of the past, and until we work together to make our nation great again, we will only pull our nation apart.
-A white country girl who knows some great cowboys were black too.