justathought

I just read someone’s blog, admittedly I did not pay attention to the owner’s name, I am still learning this blog stuff.  But anyway she had a post talking about her mother’s lack of understanding about her deep friendship with white people.  I think of it like this . . . .color shouldn’t matter but it does.  If we ever think otherwise, we are only fooling ourselves.  I remeber when I was a kid, I was in teh “smart” classes.  That meant it was me and alot of white folks soaking in the knowledge.  My life became segmente dinto my neighborhood friends ( those I grew up with that were financially unfortunate like me) and my school friends (those I was surrounded with for eight hours a day in the pursuit of education).  Those worlds did not mix very often.

When you are white, you can say color does not matter, because you have not had to deal with the rejections that your color can cause.  When you are black, you might say it does not matter. . . .. but you are only kidding yourself.  It matters.  You just have to hope the person that is weighing the difference does nto give it oo much weight. . . .or you say “f-it” and go about your business . . . . but it always matters.