ALL Lives Matter.
I am not a racist.
The pigmentation in my skin does not make me one.
I am a human, as are you and all the others of various pigmentations around this globe.
Not a color in a crayon box. Not a race. Not a racist.
I am not blind to what is happening. It breaks my heart.
But I am not going to erase years of progress with the single act of a terrible human being – and all the acts of the cowards who merely videoed that act instead of stopping it.
The media has declared me a racist because I am “white.”
The media wants to divide us and make us angry and make us activists. Us versus them. They want me to believe deep in my heart I am racist merely because I was born “privileged” and “white.” (I'm merely the latter.) But saying that implies that there aren’t any people of other “colors” who are born into privilege? Isn’t that racist to imply that couldn’t happen based on the fact that they’re not white?
I’ve seen a lot of African Americans who are very well off – some are even quite wealthy. They’ve earned it. They’re privileged and so are their children. They are more than worthy of what they have. Many of the people I attended college with who are other ethnicities are well-educated and earning way more than me.
Does this make them “white” now? Since only “white” people can be privileged?
I am not racist deep in my heart. I love people. Just people. I don’t care what they look like, who they are, what their ancestry is. I might disagree with their actions or attitudes, but that’s not who they are as a person, and their pigmentation does not affect that.
I am not a slave owner.
I am not and will not be mean to a person based on their “coloring.”
I do not believe in paying people more or less than what their skills and talents are worth, especially not based on their race.
Despite what the media wants us to believe, we have made great strides against racism. Look around. It is a fair to say that the world has a plethora of "people of different pigmentations" working, living, and educating together. There are still places that have issues, but those are neighborhood issues. (See Chicago and Memorial Day Weekend.) The wrong acts of one person do not equal the sum of the rest of the population’s beliefs.
Go home. Gather your family. Pray for peace. Love your neighbor MORE than yourself. And stop telling me who I am.
God made you and me who we are. And only He knows our hearts.