Slowly learning

As an old, white, european man, I have spent a lot of my life pondering the chaos created and endured because of the differences in one’s skin pigmentation. The earliest experience have heightened awareness I recall is reading Black Like Me sometime in my mid-childhood years.

The sad truth is, the marker hasn’t moved much. We, the people of the United States still live in a racist society.

I am grateful that the eyes of our Creation only see the eternal divinity from which we are created; and I am grateful for learning this truth, albeit—slowly. I hope to ease my clever nature of defense and truly join the human nature of which I am. I used to be concerned how people with different skin color then myself felt about me in their presence. Now I am learning to be concerned with how I feel about myself in the presence of all others.

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