Why Must We live In Labels?

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I remember growing up in school standing in the lunch line behind two very popular girls. As I patiently waited for my spot to reach the lunch lady, I heard one of the girls ask the other girl a question. She asked the other child who looked like me, why didn’t she like me. Of course, I immediately positioned my body so I could hear the bulk of the conversation. This was a question I wanted to know because it was odd always being the person being left out of conversations, celebrations and even down right hated at times. At least this is how I felt because to a young child all those things help to make up our social collage.

So, back to the memory! She leans in and tells the other girl that I wasn’t like them. I didn’t talk like them, act like them, or even look like them. Now this was a little confusing because I was most certainly black. My parents were black, my sisters were black, so how was I so different? Well, I guess if we entertain the not talking like them, perhaps there was a little validity in that comment. My parents wouldn’t allow me to listen to rap music and at the time I was growing up, rap music was popular. A lot of the slang that children used back in those days, I couldn’t use. Once again, the rule was to leave the extra at the door. I most certainly grew up black, but my parents raised me differently than most of the children, due to their age. My parents came from another generation which really focused on how people were perceived by the public.

All sorts of hell lived in my house, but the public never knew. As the students were saying I wasn’t black enough, my parents were teaching another lesson all together.  They were teaching me about black limitations. So, when I came home crying over my favorite teacher who had just died in a car wreck the night before my world grew even more confined. I was told that I shouldn’t be crying for the white woman because she didn’t really care about me, add that on top of the you can’t be this or that because you are black ,and you have the perfect confusion sundae.

I had enough around the age of 18, so I left the confusing small town behind with all the confused people in it. Sadly, I see those same confusing outlooks being washed over the black race today. People are telling us that we can’t be Republicans because we are black, or that we can’t be racist since we have no control. I’ll calling out both ideas today because both are wrong. My parents preventing me from grieving over a white teacher was racist. I do not care what anyone tells me or you about racism because it isn’t a one race problem.

Racism is like a cloud that spreads over the world that brings down an invisible layer of confusion. It hinders the way we treat each other and perceive each other. It makes enemies out of people who know nothing about each other due to the stigma attached to the unknown group. Ignorance is the perfect environment for racism to grow. It’s like a perfectly lit breeding ground for misinformation and chaos. When we start seeing ourselves as people without limits race seems to disappear into the background.  Does that mean all racist moments stop happening? Of course not, but it means we learn how to move through life without constantly tripping over the vines of racism. The vines in many ways are the obstacles that we place down. Perhaps, we tell ourselves that we will never be able to get the job because they are looking for someone who looks like her, he’ll never ask me out because I am not his race, or people who look like me do not live in houses like that.

Anyway, you cut it, hiding behind race creates invisible borders. Life isn’t about being boxed into any group, it’s about being able to weather storms. If you are looking for what divides us, look at those people preaching division. They are the dividers of the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to let them make us act out that way. As always think with your heart, it isn’t white, brown or black it’s just human. Don’t let certain ideologies pave your way just because it is a norm. Fight for understanding and the right to choose.

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Can America See Around Racism While Dealing With The Border?

What if we are welcoming nothing less than a Trojan Horse? While the caravans might consist of some families, a large part of these caravans make up males and children that often times come without parents. I call on us to use common sense when we talk about Immigration. Many of the people who are leaving these countries happen to be what we would call kids, so ask yourself, are we welcoming runaways? We are talking about information that’s coming out of those countries that specify that the majority isn’t made of up of families, but people old enough to work and teens are a vast number of people. Perhaps this is the reason you see so many young men when you look at the news in regards to the caravans on many news outlets.

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We are also looking at a staggering amount of people coming from these countries, so much of a number, that these nations are now getting together to see what they can do to maintain infrastructures. Think back to what’s going on in Venezuela today and how Russia is now stationed on their doorstep. Why do we see such a young group of people coming to America?

Easy, during our youth we are sometimes more likely to believe in fairy tales and promises made by rich people. So, if some great person comes up to you and tells you that they know a place that will help you to get rich fast, and that they are willing to help you get there; you would say, sign me up. This isn’t about racism, it’s about protecting our neighbors and looking out for our country, at the same time. We are not saying we do not want people to come here and have a great life, but we are saying there needs to be a reason for the life change, and it shouldn’t be a move due to someone trying to hinder our way of governing.

As for you guys that keep talking about crime and danger, I ask you one simple question? If danger was the main problem, would that caravans make it to America? Many of these people would be killed in route and trust me, that would be covered all over the news outlets because it would show the real need for their journey being a journey of safety. The only violence we hear about sadly are the incidents being committed in the caravans, so try to focus on the real issue at hand. Someone is destabilizing these countries and we need to know why.

At the current rate, Central America and South America cannot continue to see the constant exodus of their citizens without their countries having to take comfort in the arms of a stranger. We must find a better way to help those nations end the mass immigration and maintain our dignity. Most of all, we must protect our neighbors such as Central America and South America from becoming extensions of other countries that look to hinder the way we govern. It might be Central America at the border today, but a year from now, it could be Russia.

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Lets Cook Together! Maybe I’ll Learn Something New!

I remember my mother once made this blueberry delight tart, but I can’t recall the name. So, this weekend I wanted to do something a little different. I want us to think back to our favorite childhood treats and share them. My mother isn’t living anymore so I can’t really give you details about the delight, but I can tell you about the ugly cake.

The ugly cake is also called the gooey butter cake. It’s rich and delicious with lots of butter and sugar. You take a yellow cake mix and prepare it as if you were going to bake it by the directions on the box. Then you take one stick of cream cheese, and a pound of powered sugar . After you mix all of that together you will layer it on top of the yellow cake mixture and let it bake for 30 to 40 min depending on the stove.

So, here’s the fun part. Post something easy and maybe we can all try something new this weekend. I don’t care what country it comes from, just post it and we will give it a go. You have to give something a try too! That’s how this works. I will open comments for this.

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