Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Racism. Yes I'm White

It’s sad to say but racism has evolved. It is no longer the simple concept that you view a different race as inferior based on their skin color.  I fear that in today’s world it is more a misunderstanding of the opposite race’s culture that drives this new “racism”.  Some reading this may think that as semantics and that it is still a concept of finding yourself superior based on culture rather than race.  I would beg to argue because I believe if we simply understood each other then maybe this void could be closed and we can all coexist.   What I’m about to write are not my personal feelings toward black people. I know many black people and have high level of respect for most, if not all, of them.  These are simple theories that went through my head as viewpoints from a white person’s perspective.
New Racism is Fear Based
Much like the fear we have for terrorists after 9/11 and the many other bombing, we fear blacks for the same reason.  No not all blacks are violent. When I turn on the news what do I see? Blacks kill blacks in this city, that town, and so on.  Being a person who works and worships with black people I know there are many out there doing good works but somehow the news is not portraying that for the average white person. 
Media also likes to spend much time expounding on the lives of the stars when they go bad.  Ray Rice and Chris Brown are thrown in our faces while we neglect all the great things black celebrities are doing for communities everywhere.  We hear about Greg Hardy for weeks but don’t pay more than 10 minutes attention to the inner city public schools who are benefiting from the sports starts in that city.
Movies and rap music can also help lean toward the concept that blacks have a propensity for violence.  I think of early rap, since I don’t listen to secular any more, when I make that statement.  Songs like “F*** the Police” by NWA, Nelly singing about a “street sweeper”, plenty of references to guns in Tupac and Biggie songs, lead us to think that every black is a gangsta.  White people hear this and start to think that the whole black community is about drugs, guns, violence, and making that all mighty dollar by any means necessary. 
New Racism comes from Lack of Knowledge
If you were to check my Facebook friends list you would see many people of varied skin color. However, I would say that I’m not very knowledgeable in their cultures or lifestyles.  I would say that outside my own family, I hang out with one couple and they are white.  It would be easy for me to say that is because I work many hours a week, have 2 infants, and really no time for relationship maintenance so I stick with just one. Truth is I just don’t put forth the effort at this or any previous time.
I believe that many people assume that people who live in the “ghetto” or rough neighborhoods do so because they want to.  I’ve heard it said “If they don’t like it why don’t they get out?” The problem is that getting out or even getting slightly ahead is not that easy for people from lower economic standings. I would venture to guess that it is even harder for those of non-white skin color.  I’ve had the pleasure of working 80 hours a week and not being able to save anything up because bills are high and pay isn’t. 
Better yet I’ve also heard “why don’t they change the environment they live in” as if it is some easy thing to invest back into your city or hood.  I assume most people don’t want to live in run down duplexes, have cracked sidewalks, pot holes and side of the street parking. I would wager that even those in the city would love a house to call their own, a yard for their kids to play, and a garage to park their car.  Sadly that reality is a lot tougher to get when you have to climb a ladder that has greased rungs.    
A huge thing lately that contributes to fear, as well as lack of knowledge, is the protests by major sports players.  The kneeling during the national anthem was taken as a negative because they aren’t following the rule that you must stand. The raising of the fist is a sign of “black power” which is misinterpreted as “power over white people”.  I think it would be better if we used the term equality.  Women have used this for decades in search for their “power” or “voice”.  Blacks aren’t looking to make slaves out of the white folk, they are looking to be equal.  Blacks gaining more power does not mean they are lords over the whites but have the same privileges and chances as any white person.  We are not talking supremacy but equality.  Most whites don’t see this when they see the term “black power” or “black lives matter”. Rather than it sparking conversation it becomes a catalyst to disapprove of the movement as a whole. 


I write this in the short half hour I have for lunch and hope that it simply opens conversation.  I don’t see color, I have black, Asian, Hispanic, and white friends.  I do not ignore the fact that color exists though and would be open to learn more about the struggle that those individuals face on a daily.  I hope this can open honest dialogue and not spew hatred and cause a greater divide.  If it is not very clearly written I apologize but they were all thoughts swirling around in my head and I just had to write them down and did so in a half hour. Thank you for those of you who read it, and please feel free to message me or comment if you wish to discuss anything further.  Let’s learn how to love and not be so afraid. We don’t have to understand each other to realize we should all be treated the same.  

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

toughest job

What do you think about when someone tells you they are a "stay at home" mother? My initial picture is June Cleaver. She is never stressed out, always had time to cook, clean, and basically hold the house together. What the show didn't show us was how she handled infants. Most TV shows don't show that period of life. (Probably because babies are just so hard to work out a contract with) 

Now that we have 2 little children 1 year and under; it is astonishing to see how much my lovely wife's life has to change.  I never really saw her as a career woman. She held a job and did a fantastic job doing it. I had not put much thought into the idea that she had actually defined herself by her job. You often hear of guys finding their identity in their work but not so much women. Having established herself in a field she loved and proven herself worthy was a grand achievement. Leaving it to go into a chaotic environment where you can't communicate with the "coworkers" aka kids had to be quite the culture shock.  Work had provided a structured and organized environment that allowed her to know what she needed to do and how she needed to do it. Parenting on the other hand seems to be one of those learn on the fly type deals. No two parenting styles are the same and none are specific for every child. She was now forced to labor in understanding the children and how they communicate in order to fulfill her new role as a mother. This is a daily challenge that though she seems to struggle time to time, I think she is doing a marvelous job.  

Suddenly having to reestablish yourself as the boss while leaving friends that you have built a report with over many years leads into another bump in the transition. Luckily she has been blessed with great coworkers in the past that still offer her that adult company that every mother needs.  To be with 2 children who cannot formulate a sentence doesn't stimulate the mind very much on the intellectual level.  With me working as many hours as I can she is forced to find friends that can offer her a respite from the whines, cries, or simple happy yet uncomprehendable jibberish of her daily interactions.  If the roles were reversed and I were to stay at home I don't know how I would handle the lack of interaction even though I'm not much of a social butterfly.  

Erin has acclimated well to her new role as mother. (In my opinion) She does her best and I am extremely proud of all that she does.  It isn't easy getting 2 kids dressed, fed, and ready to go out and grocery shop while affording daddy time to sleep during the day.  Being there when one needs fed, the other needs attention, and the dog needs a walk.  Becoming their first teacher, encouraging them to speak, do sign language, use manors, clean up, and have fun. There is no punching the clock, no hourly wage, and hardly enough recognition to begin to show how great a job she does.  Thank you dear.