I have sat and thought a lot about today, tomorrow and my true feelings about it all. During the election I sometimes felt as an outsider by the anti-abortionists, anti-socialists and the other anti- Obamanites. I supported Barack Obama although I didn't agree with his stances that directly went against my Christian beliefs. As much as I searched in my heart, my support for him was like having to choose between the lesser of two evils.Yet still, I hid my enthusiastic pride from my blog on Nov 4th when he was elected the first African American President of the U.S.
I honestly tried and was successful in removing race from the forefront during the election year, but then again, how could I honestly remove all my racial ties from a candidate who for the first time in history was more like me than the other guy?? Truth is, I couldn't remove it 100%. The parts of me that have spent all my life fighting racism was pulling for him. That part of me was rooting for him, not as a savior to my race, but as a history maker that defied the odds. So many times I read blogs and try to remain neutral even when I sometimes wonder if certain assumptions are made based on stereotypical data. I am a Christian wife and mother, an avid follower of Jesus Christ but before people see that, they see my color. Not always in a negative way, but still the honest fact is that as a human race we cannot remove color from our daily lives and I just refuse to pretend that it's non-existent all together in the land of Christianity.
You see, for my daughters this week is a monumental event for them. Sydnee, my eldest has met former President Bill Clinton twice in her 9 year life time. Once when she was only 6months, and once last month when her school was chosen to hear him speak. She was excited to have him autograph the picture taken with him when she was a baby, he was very willing to oblige her request. While that was a "cool" moment for her, her wishes now are to meet President Obama. People sometimes tell her she favors his oldest Malia, so she is now fascinated about the "two black girls who get a chance to live in the White House"
That statement alone resonated with me. From my mother's generation of living through the civil rights movement here down south, and living through de-segregation (she was one of the first students to go to her high school after it was de-segregated) and now my daughter some 40yrs later talking candidly about the two black girls who get to live in the White House really means something. My mom and my daughter can now take part of a compare and contrast conversation about two equally important events that happened within their lifetime.
My mom who when at my daughter's age didn't have quality text books versus my daughter who can write a book report on the first African American First Family. It's history, it's beautiful, and it's something that I refuse not to acknowledge because I didn't grow up in my mom's history. I refuse to dis-engage myself from this precious moments because society ( even black society) now feels that racism is over and my generation has disgraced the Civil Rights era. I won't pretend that this isn't a proud moment for me because people think we have played "the race card" so many times. I believe that my God in heaven would want me to be proud. I believe that He allowed this moment in history to happen for a reason. I won't sit back and wait for him to fail because that would not reflect the attitude of my Father. I will be proud for him and his family, I will be proud to live in this moment in history, I will embrace this moment and I will not be ashamed. We have come very far as a nation and as a race, we are still healing, but we still have so much farther to go.
photo taken from www.democraticstuff.com