When I was a little girl riding the bus with my mom another passenger was a black woman.
Now I am not sure how old I was but it must have been before I was in day care as my favorite caregiver Betty was black.
I embarrassed mom by saying very loudly: Mom look that lady is made of chocolate milk.
That was all I could think of relating her color to.
The woman apparently took great delight in my description and laughed.
When we are children to us color is meaningless.
Our skies are green and the grass is orange.
We live in a world that sees everything through a lens of innocence and wonder.
As we age our views begin to become more colored by our parents, peer group, television etc.
I am finding more and more that my headlines are filled with accounts of racism.
Against people who have come to Canada for a better life.
And I cannot understand what it is that people are fearing that causes them to lash out at someone who is a different from them.
Almost always white men.
At least 98% with 2% being white women.
I know that racism is not a white thing.
Everywhere you go there it is.
Yet it seems that only white people continue to shout the loudest from the rooftops.
White folk who are acting out in the most ignorant of ways.
White folk who are so unable to change because of delusional beliefs that are held.
Please explain to me the rational behind a rant.
Please explain to me what the person ranting gets out of it.
Fifteen minutes of notorious fame.
Fifteen minutes that will burn in the hearts and minds of the people who endured the onslaught of vicious words and thoughts.
Picture is my own