A Meeting with Racism

There's no denying it; beautiful blue eyes, hair the color of ripe grain, and sweet voices. What's not to like about two all American girls with their wholesome images and talent to boot?

…Their views, although I don't blame them so much as I blame the people who espouse racist hate to those too vulnerable to know better.

I was stunned while watching white separatist singers, Lamb and Lynx Gaede, known as Prussian Blue, interviewd on Primetime, and surprised further that my reaction wasn't one of anger, but merely sadness. I don't hate people that believe differently than I do, but I feel regret, as if it's all such a waste when the potential for greatness is there but vanquished beneath what is merely visible to the human eye.

A part of me was downcast as I saw people wearing t-shirts saying, "100% white," and "I love white boys," (I can't argue with that since I love them myself) but to be so one-sided, when it's really carriage and conduct that one should be judging, rather than color.

The twins and their mother were trying to move to an 'all white' area in the beautiful state of Montana, and this brought back a memory of mine from 1997 when my family was moving to Fort Drum, New York. We stopped in a little town in Ohio, and were appalled at the disproving looks, stares, and downright rudeness aimed at me, my husband, and our two little girls and the belly that exposed the fact I was heavily pregnant. Never before had I ever encountered such a profound and unmistakable meeting with racism. The waitress didn't want to serve me, and barely came to our table when she did, and the other patrons glared while my husband and I felt conspicuous and tried to calm the growing anger inside of us.

Was I so different from them? Other than the fact I don't treat my fellow man with such disdain?

Would I be welcome in an all white town or would I be seen as intrusive and beneath them because of my American Indian appearance; black hair, brown eyes, and skin a few shades darker than theirs? I know I wouldn't be welcome, not that I would want to be if people are going to be so hostile based on little more than the color God created me to be; my appearance His canvas.

If different colors are meant to be separate, why do they blend to create the most diverse colors of all?

Are my daughters and son lacking purity because they're considered to be "half breeds?" Would anyone guess they're anything but white with their thick blonde hair, blue eyes and white skin? I know they would be accepted in an all white town, but their blood wouldn't be considered 'pure' and no one would even know, but them, so who are these people kidding when they think they can find an all white town? Purity doesn't exist, except in the heart!

I'm more concerned about opinions and behavior and would rather be with someone of like-minded views than with someone who just so happens to share my heritage. We all know there are bad apples in every barrel but I'd rather be amongst good apples from every barrel than be surrounded by ones that may look good on the surface but are bitter and bruised once you bite into them.