When I was a kid, my mother taught me to love God and humankind. Applying that lesson is challenging now that I am an adult. I face that challenge every time I interact with the aggravated cashier in a retail or grocery store. I confront it when someone cuts me off in traffic. Humans are unpredictable, crazy, and complicated. When God stares at the soul of humanity, everyone is the same. Jesus was the reflection of God’s love for humanity. Jesus’ death and resurrection gave all humans grace and mercy until he comes again.
We are all his children. However, status, class, background, and ethnicity divide us.
Prejudice seems to find some way to convince us that we should place pressure on people we believe are less than us. I’m a black person, mixed with other ethnicities. That mixture serves as a reminder for me. It reflects that I should love and value others the same way God loves and values me.
In the last two decades, People of Color —that’s any person that is not Caucasian or white–have been changing the definition of what it means to be “American”. Ethnicities have converged on one another so greatly, that many areas of the United States that were majority white are now a mixture of different ethnicities. This concept was nicknamed “The Browning of America”. People of Color are valuable.
Recently, some celebrities have attempted to downplay the #BlackLivesMatter movement in light of the deaths of a dozen people of color at the hands of law-enforcement and non-POCs.
When most people affirm the Black Lives Matter movement, the goal is to encourage all people unite against the racial injustice that affects so many people of color.
As for me, I have never hated a non Person of color, and I refuse to compromise that value just because men and women who share my likeness are dead. My life experience has taught me that God chooses our connections. He fashions our friends and family for us. God replaces abuse and hurt with patience and love . I did not choose my closest friend of five years on my own. The funny thing is: He chose me. This Cajun french guy who is my senior doesn’t look anything like me but he’s been there motivating me toward greatness.
My other best friend of nearly ten years, is black. She’s just as eccentric as me. She hilariously, joyfully married a Cajun French guy. Hopefully, those who are reading this… are getting the point.
I’m still young and I’m still making friends. My two newest friends still don’t look like me. I’m the nerdiest black man I know. I like alternative music, British comedians, and African-American musicians—- that aren’t on the radio. I watch indie movies with actors that are lesser known. I like kale, and I’m still a PERSON OF COLOR.
Black Lives STILL Matter. Why are we stressing that “BLACK” lives matter? Here’s why!
In March 2013, NPR Journalist Bill Campbell wrote :
By around 2020, “more than half of the nation’s children are expected to be part of a minority race or ethnic group,” the Census Bureau says, putting Americans under the age of 18 at the front of a trend that will see the overall population follow suit some 20 years later.
Blacks make yellow, red, brown, and mocha lives. Sidestepping any human injustice that impacts POCs is diluting the message America should receive about its problem with African-Americans, Latinos, and every other non-white person.
We need to make sure that every person has equal protection under the law. There must be an end to senseless death. Fighting injustice should never be limited to one group, it should hold true for every group.
We are one world, one nation, and one family!
Supporting the Black Lives Matter movement should not mean that a person is anti-police, anti-white, anti-Christian… it should mean that this person affirms the human dignity and respect of any person of color and is in favor of the rich diversity of this great United States.