I thought it only fitting to devote my blog on Martin Luther King Jr. Day to the movie about one of his many victories in the Civil Rights Movement, but also to the movement as well as growing up during those extraordinary times.
The longer I live, the more I realize how much history I have lived through. All of us live through history but many times we don’t really think of it in the context of history, we think of it more as what was happening in our lives, our families lives. But when you look at your life in a greater context of the times in which you lived your life you may find that your life is steeped in extraordinary times.
I saw the movie, “Selma” the other day. I cried during parts of it. Although I was a very young child during the march from Selma to Montgomery, I was in fact living in Montgomery, Alabama during that time. Too young to remember, but my mother was not. As a young mother it made her think of what kind of world she wanted her daughter to live in. My mother, although born in Ohio, was the definition of a daughter of the south. Her mother was from Savannah, Georgia and so she learned about the south from her mothers perspective. I remember her always saying that the Civil War was “The War Between the States”. My mother even had a bit of a southern accent and her sensibilities were truly southern. But my Mom was not subjected to much in the way of racial bias, although I think that had a lot to do with her family’s black housekeeper/nanny Jewel, who my mother loved as a second mother. Jewel in fact was also from the south so the perspective my mother had growing up was very old style southern. I think much of what she learned began to be challenged when she joined the Air Force right after high school. For now she was around people from all over the country. By the time the march from Selma to Montgomery happened my mother had received an education by virtue of living around so many different people. One thing that she had always said to me growing up was that their was a lot of racism in the North as well as the South. The difference she said was that in the South it was out in the open with written laws and those signs that we have all seen and been disgusted by. She said that in the North it was unwritten, but still done. I’m not sure that I agree with that assessment but then again I still see so much racism in this country and it comes from all parts of the country.
The movie, “Selma” was very moving and I truly believe that every American should watch it. Not for the historical content per se, as with any movie creative license was taken, but I believe it should be seen more for the human content. So many people in this country feel that racism is dead, which is truly ludicrous, it is more alive than I would have thought after all we have been through as a nation. I thank God it is not as bad as it once was, but we still have a long way to go. One take away that I got from this movie was that it took white Americans getting involved to help the cause of civil rights. Sad, but it is really true. It is true today as well. Which to me only proves my statement that racism is still alive and well in the USA. Back in the 60’s it took televised violence against black Americans to get white Americans involved. The same thing happened during the Vietnam War, watching college students being beaten and killed by the Police and National Guard sworn to protect their fellow Americans that turned the tide in this country. If you have the opportunity to see, “Selma” I encourage you to do so. Without Martin Luther King Jr.’s movement, this country could have had another civil war, their were factions of the civil rights movement who were more into violent overthrow than the peaceful resistance that MLK preached. Without him this could have easily gone another way and our history could have been much bloodier then it was.
Growing up in the 60’s and 70’s exposed me to so much history in this country, so many changes. Much more than I could ever cover in one simple blog post. But I am proud of my Mom and Dad for bringing me up to be the person that I am. One who has NEVER uttered the “N” word a day in her life, one who still carries the guilt and shame of calling a black friend I was fighting with as a child, a brown cow, because I was mad, In frustration it was the worst thing I could think of to call her and I KNEW the minute it came out of my mouth that it was wrong and it has literally haunted me ever since, It lowered me to the lowest form of human, a lazy and stupid thing to say, once out of my mouth it could not be taken back. But I will say that it is the only racial “slur” I have ever uttered. Having been a witness to the horrific things said and done in those extraordinary times, I am proud to be the person I am. I have been friends with so many people who don’t look like me, I’ve been exposed to many different cultures and I feel so much richer as a human being for it. You can’t put all people in a box or a category and say that ALL people of that race, culture, or religion are the same. It is closed mined and ignorant. There is so much we can learn from others if we’d only give everyone a chance and leave our prejudices at the door. There is so much more we can learn from history so that we don’t continue to repeat it. While we have come a long way, don’t fool yourselves into thinking that the fight is over. There are statistics aplenty that prove that we are not where we should be.
My only grandchild is half Asian, the thought that she might face racism makes me sad. The fact that one of my son’s friends, whom I look at as a son, is a very large African American male, that he could be beaten or killed based on that is so terrifying to me. He is a great kid, sweet and easy going. After the Eric Garner case in NYC I found myself really afraid for him. His cousin too. But mainly I was afraid for him because of his size, which I find comforting when he comes to my house and envelops me in his arms and gives me a big hug. Reminds me of my Dad who, although white, intimidated people because of his 6 foot 6 inch size. The difference is that this child’s size (he’s in his early 20’s) combined with his skin color could cause him to be killed. No one should have to worry about that. You can’t help your size or your skin color. But you can help how you react or interact with people. Treating each person as an individual, as a human being just like you, is a good place to start.
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