To blog or not to blog... about racism.

That is the question!

It is hard to come up with a subject worthy of the readers attention. With so many bloggers out there, who is going to read yours? Your mom? Your neighbor?... maybe!

I often find myself debating on whether or not to even bother on writing anything, as there is not much I can or want to say.

But today I thought I would vent about racism. Don't worry, I'm going to keep it short and sweet.

What I find hard to believe is why we still have that ill feeling amongst us? Why can't we get just along? It is heartbreaking to hear people call names and snob at others because of race, color, etc...

About two days ago, I personally confronted a racist person who unfortunately for me is part of my own family (somehow). This particular person had the audacity to call me just to confirm if my daughter was dating a 'black guy'.

This person struggled to even find the right words to ask said question. For a moment I thought this 'bearer of ill feelings'  was going to give me some kind of bad news, and that was the reason for the struggle; but no, the 'problem' was as simple as the color of the skin.

Being Hispanic myself, I find it difficult to understand, maybe because I don't have the typical look and perhaps because of my family tree comes from Spain, somehow I look a bit more white than many of my fellow Hispanics.

This person asked me what I thought about it, and since I'm married to an Anglo Saxon, he also asked what my husband thought. (Now, my daughter is full blooded Latina... but that's another story).

I told this dear (somehow) relative of mine, that as many of us out there fortunately think, the color of the skin did not matter to me. What mattered was the substance of the person.

Needless to say, after I confidently voiced my opinion to this person the point of view miraculously changed and suddenly, this 'concerned relative' had an incoming phone call that needed to be attended... right.

The funny thing is that, one of this aforementioned  person's children is dating another undesired human being (according to the previous mentioned mentality)

I'm sorry but, since when does this poor excuse of a human being has a higher level to the rest of us? It sickens me to no end.

Why do we do it? What is so wrong with people from different races, cultures, you name it, to be accepted as the most normal thing in this world. Why is people so afraid of it?

What gives us the upper hand if we are 'white'? The fact that I grew up in a different country, with different views and beliefs gives me perhaps, a lack of understanding when it comes to this particular subject. Still, it gets old!

Enough! Lets get over it! It is time!

Okay, there it is. I've vented. I hope you find the time to read this, get something useful out of it and share it.

Until next time... I'll see you around.

VB