Why label?

So recently in my blog feed I saw this title and to be honest I began to feel some type of way. Not because of the heriom of this lady as she risked her life to save many children, but because I don’t understand why it had to be titled as such. I don’t quite get why the reader has to be enlighten on the race of this person. Why does it matter what color she was? Isn’t what’s most important is that children were saved and another human being helped them? 

Daily in this country people feel the need to put labels on people. In my opinion that is why there is so much division amomgest us. Did the author label this as such to let the readers know that not all black people are bad and that there are some really good caring ones out there? Who knows, but sometimes I wish we could be blindfolded and see no color, just another human being. I bet then racism, hatred and labels would quickly be a second thought. With blindfolds no one will think they are better than the next because we would need to depend on each other to make it in this life. 

This post is not to tell anyone to deny their heritage, but why so many labels? Job and college applications have gotten to be way too much. We’re all human. All of our blood is red. We we’re all born and we are all gonna die one day. If any label should had been placed on this lady it simply should had be hero! Or how about simply giving her honor by saying her name in the title and not her race.

But those are just my thoughts…

Wanna Play?

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Yesterday I took my boys to the park. As I sat in my car and watched them play, (because I hate bugs) I marvelled at how young kids just wanna play with each other regardless of age, gender or race. There my boys were playing with their ball when they noticed another boy there alone and invited him to join their game. Without any prejudices each child tossed the ball to one other.

That made me think, as we age when do we stop just wanting to be nice and friendly to a stranger? When was the last time we saw someone sitting alone and we invited them over to converse? At what age did we as a culture begin to define people by the color of their skin?

In my house I don’t teach “race” per say, but my boys know that they are considered “black” by the world’s definition. It always amused me when they define themselves as “brown.” Well, they are actually right to some degree. Their skin tone is brown, not black.

I love the innocence of children. If they have a toy, they will share. If they have a joke, regardless of how gross it may be, they share it. If they are at a birthday party they make up games to play, while the parents sit with their cell phones in their hands being unsocialable. (That’s a whole different blog I will write about later!)

If only us adults could have the heart as young children. If only we could be like that again, being that we were young once before. I wonder how different the world would be.

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