So I was born as a African American female. Thus, I’ve been “Black” my entire life to say the least. From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always been the type of person who didn’t see race. I actually like or love people for who they are.
During my schooling as a child, the vast majority of my classmates looked just like me. My neighbors looked just like me too. Yet, I’ve always had a diverse spirit and so I was blessed to attend a diverse activies and a church with one of friends and her family.
During this time, I sang worship songs and played with others who didn’t look like me physically. But, I was a child and all I wanted to do was have fun.
As I grew into an adult I’ve always held on to what I call my “Rainbow Brite” mentality. I’m just a lover of people. I love diversity. I love learning about how others grew up and what led them to having our paths cross. I’m even blessed to work in a field in which I meet so many different people from all over the world. I love getting to know new people and the different conversations we engage in.
Recently, I went out with some friends . One friend was white and the others were black. I have no idea how we got on this topic, but I learned that day that I was the only black “friend” my white friend had.
I don’t write this as to demean her. She is a very awesome person and friend who clearly doesn’t see color if she’s hanging out with me. But, never in my life had a heard that before from any white person. Maybe, because I consider my friends so amazing and we have such a great time hanging out that, I just assumed they had other Black friends.
Well, to say the least this was an ah ha moment for me. I don’t love her any less, she just doesn’t have other Black friends. (Yet)
Maybe there are many others in the world who don’t have many friends outside of their race and that’s ok. Many people stick to what’s familiar even by default, not due to any racial issues. And that’s ok too.
If I had to pick one black person to be friends with, I would choose me too. 😊