I was born in 1967, and the civil rights movement was in full swing with progress being made on a daily basis. Being young, I was unaware of the importance of this movement, but BECAUSE I was young I was completely unaware that such a movement was necessary.
A favorite story my mother used to like to tell took place when I was 4 years old. We were at the pediatrician's office in the waiting area and it was my mom and me and a black woman and her son. As the story went, I apparently asked my mom if I could "play with the chocolate boy". Both moms chuckled about this as we went about our business of sharing blocks and having a grand old time.
I was reminded of this story today as I watched some young children laughing and sharing the marble game in the waiting room of my office. One little girl was Caucasian and the other was Indian, but all that mattered was playing. Their laughter was infectious and made an otherwise busy morning so much more pleasurable.
I will be forever grateful for parents who instilled the value of loving people for people PERIOD. It never mattered the color of skin, religious affiliation or sexual orientation. I was taught "do unto others", "do not judge" and "love one another" and try to live those values on a daily basis.
Martin Luther King shared a beautiful quote on this subject and nothing I can type could say it better~
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."
Peace & Love,
Mandy
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