Black Friends

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. 😊


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…