Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today - Ya
Marvin Gaye "What's Going On?"
I spent my childhood in the 50s. So, if stuff was going on, which I'm sure it was, I didn't know anything about it. I had my own stuff going on at home and at school and at church. I was learning how to tie my shoes and how to navigate the cracks in the sidewalk when I was roller skating and with Randy, the kid next door who threw worms in my face and fostered a life-long fear of the gross things.
I hit my stride as a pre-teen and teen in the 60s. Nobody used the term "preteen" back then. You were a kid until you reached the age of accountability (around 12 in evangelistic churches). After that, no free passes. Right was right; wrong was wrong. And you KNEW it.
A river runs down the center of my hometown and divides it into the East side and the West side. I lived on the East side. In my high school, almost everyone's parents had "blue collar" jobs. There were no rich kids and poor kids. We were just kids. Then my senior year happened.
I walked into the cafeteria one day and headed for "our" table. The first person "reserved" it for the rest of us. We usually sat on the same side in about the same place. I saw him clear on the other side of the cafeteria. I walked over, plunked down my tray,
"What are you doing clear over here?"
"You can't sit here," he mumbled without looking up.
"What do you mean I can't sit here. What's going on?"
"Just leave, okay. Just leave."
He was my friend; I was his friend. He was black; I was white. All hell broke loose after that. I went on day by day determined to remain friends and we did. We had no ax to grind, but somebody did and grind it they did. He was no longer "colored," he became black. As in Black Power Movement. As in "Say it loud/ I'm Black and I'm Proud." ("Say It Loud" James Brown)
I am no better and neither are you
We are the same, whatever we do
You love me, you hate me, you know me and then
You can't figure out the bag I'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
Sly and the Family Stone "Everyday People"
If you hear the song I sing
You will understand (listen!)
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It's there at your command
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
The Youngbloods "Get Together"
Fast forward to the present. So, here's what I think: we do not have a race problem in our country right now. The problem goes much deeper than genetic predisposition. We have a WORTH problem. People no longer acknowledge their worth because if they did, the hate and the killing and the fear would decrease. The solution hinges on The Golden Rule. Yeah, yeah. I know what you're thinking. She's gonna start preaching and I am done with this blog. But wait! Hear me out, please? Are you aware that every major world religion has its own version of the rule? Look it up. It's true. I do not have to explain the correlation to you. A high school student that I was tutoring asked me one day why I said that I cared about him. I simply answered because I wanted him to care about me.That is all.