Maybe it’s because I grew up on the outside, as somewhat of a social outcast and forced to move around. And this isn’t what I would be angry about, but rather, displeased that others have to invent specific days throughout the year to celebrate things in life that I learned the hard way must be celebrated every day. It’s like, I don’t find any real value in people waiting for days to be happy when I learned how to do it every day by myself.
I extend that to things like Christmas where I see the very valuable reason wasted on commercialism and, even worse, Santa Claus. Thanksgiving‘s great, but I don’t need one day to be grateful for God. I have every day for that.
I see a great deal of hypocrisy in holidays, and yes, that even extends to MLK Jr. Day for me. A holiday celebrated by people who remind themselves of the great strides black people have made, and while I’m grateful to see that, I’ve learned people best leave things behind (such as racism) by actually leaving them behind.
One of today’s post on FB brought me a few volatile responses from people I know about my point of view on the value of today as a holiday. With no intent of degrading the work MLK achieved, and he did great things, I see people clinging to him while still waiting for something else to happen. At some point you have to say, MLK started it, when are you going to finish it?
People are people, regardless of skin color. God made us all equal. If we believe it, are we waiting around for someone to do something else for us?
For those arguments that “whites have oppressed blacks for years.” Yeah. It happened. At some point, the victim culture’s gotta stop. I grew up unwanted and made fun of. I stopped acting like a victim, then I stopped getting treated like a victim. I’ve seen the same for people’s terror about race and the race card. How do I know that?
I’ve met men and women of varying colors stop acting like victims. They’re not victims, they’re men, women, regardless of color. They act with dignity and honor, treat others with respect while demanding it for themselves, and they handle their business. It’s what I expect of any and everyone else. If some can do it, why can’t everyone do it? Are some unequal to others? No, God made us all equal, right? Well, if you don’t believe in God, how about nature? Did nature make you equal? Unequal?
I do not care about any culture’s sensitivity to past oppressions. If a culture had a lifetime, when do we expect one to finish puberty and grow up? Are sensitive minority cultures a 13-year-old girl with self esteem issues? I’m not going to offer to hold “her” hand. Oy freakin’ vey.
And this is the kind of stuff I get angry about.
I just see anyone who gets caught up in how everyone else sees them as the issue itself. Racism is a problem, sure. But which is worse? The insult? Or the insulted getting worked up about it?
Thank God for MLK and the work he did, but it’s time for people to stop caring what color they are. Trust me, the majority of white people stopped caring a long time ago. Or, at least the ones I associate with — you know, the intelligent ones.
We’re always going to have bigotry in this world. Let a people (usually rural) live alone long enough and all strangers (especially those most easily distinguished, such as other races), will be discriminated against. And today, the cities have it on their own as other neighborhoods segregate themselves into boroughs. When we can’t live with everyone else, we become an US vs. THEM mentality that is natural to humanity. It’s an instinctive reaction to living in a system that works for you and you don’t want to see changed.
I suppose, most of all, I shouldn’t let this kind of stuff get to me. I can’t quite explain why it makes me angry, and I recognize that there’s probably a lot of unfounded reason why I get so roused up. Why do I get frustrated about such things? Maybe I have some deep rooted anger about something completely unrelated and it’s just coming out this way.
My points listed above are perfectly valid, but I don’t think I should be so angry or caustic about it. There are more mature ways, more warm/loving ways to make such points without being so brash about it.
Well, that’s where faith in God over faith in me comes in. Night all. I love you as persons first. You’re each valuable in my eyes and, more importantly, God’s. Sleep well!