I was heartbroken when I listened to our past first Lady, Michelle Obama speaking about “white folk” running from minority communities.” That’s not us, not my family, what about you and Barack? Where are you running to, as I see your homes and wealth. I do not envy you, as I see a sadness in your eyes. Know though, you have been loved for all that you accomplished Michelle and just being you. I love my multi-racial family in my multiracial neighborhood.
I only use the word multi-racial, because this is what the conversation has been. For myself and family this is not at all what I see each and everyday. I love the beautiful upbeat music in languages I do not speak, but I still feel the passion, when I listen to this celebration of life all around me, as the music fills our street. My neighborhood is my family. I might not know everyone’s name but I know their faces, smiles, their expressions, each persons walk, their voices and their hard work ethics.
The consent words used for Americans to adhere to and nations around the world listening...”We are a nation of laws,” while we watch our law makers break the laws they made, never to enforce those laws. Looking like fools, the horrible funny thing about this, they hold the power, yet they work for us, really? Something is terribly incorrect with this painting.
We look weak, because of our own lawmakers and lawbreakers in Congress, sad isn’t it? Michelle stated she cannot make people not afraid of black people. Why do you presume, assume, why is this your perception of white people, painted, of course, with large brushstrokes?