Breaking down those Multicultural Myths
Tell me one race, one nationality; one culture that does not seek to protect their young, have life-time friendships or desires a love that will endure the test of time. Read the short stories of Sara, Jennifer, Tiffany, Casey and Betty, and tell me if you know what race they are. Do you know anyone like them? Is your story similar to any of there's? What are the real differences between the races? What if the only difference is the color of our skin? What if?
I've had the pleasure of knowing many people from many cultures and the one thing that always amazes me but never surprises me it how our stories are very much alike. I wanted to share a few examples of things we all face and pose the question...Can you tell what race they are? "Are we more alike than different"?
I. There is a young lady named Jennifer who went away to college and met and became friends with someone of like interest and mind named Sara. Their friendship began in freshman year and some time during their junior or maybe senior year, Jennifer met Sara parents for the first time. Shortly after the meeting, after the parents had gone back to their small town in a relatively not so small State; Sara confessed that her mother made the comment... "You didn't tell me that your friend was ****" (insert nationality). To which Sara replied, "I also didn't tell you her religion or what her favorite food was either". Sara and Jennifer both laughed because race had never been their issue. They were friends with similar likes and dislikes and truth be told, Jennifer's mom had her own stereotypes and comments of people in Sara's race as well. So, this was just another thing that connected them. Years passed and the roommates kept in touched. When Jennifer's mom passed, Sara was one of the first ones there offering comfort and sharing funny stories of their times together. Four years later, Sara's mom was taken and the girls spent hours on the phone reminiscing about that spring day over twenty years prior when they both realized that their friendship was color blind.
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II. Tiffany is your average everyday smart and talented teen-aged girl. She loves her IPOD, movies and boys. She could talk on the phone for hours if her mom would let her. And like a lot of other girls her age, her dad lived somewhere else. The signs had been there for a while. When ever Tiffany would visit her dad, in another state, Tiffany would always ask where were all the people that looked like her. In her town, her race was prevalent and it appeared that whenever she was around people of another race or nationality she wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, she was mad. Finally, Tiffany's mom called and told her dad that Tiffany had been suspended from school because she doesn't seem to like any teachers that were a different nationality than her. They both wondered where this racism came from and what part they had in its development. Could it have been those little comments made about co-workers or the TV shows that they allowed Tiffany to watch un-supervised? Most importantly, what do they do now?
III. Casey and Betty were high school sweethearts. They couldn't wait to finish school, get married and start a family. Unfortunately, life happened and their journey included a stint in the military, two failed marriages to other people, children with addictions and finally a reunion and life together that was the way they'd always hoped for. After twenty-five years together, twelve children (some his, some hers, all theirs), Casey was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Betty quite her job and stayed home to care for Casey. She did everything for him as she had for many of their children. Cooked for him, cleaned him up and read to him. She often sit for hours watching him as he tried to sleep, afraid to sleep herself because he may wake up and go wondering off. One night while she was holding him, he looked at her as if for the first time he remembered everything. She holds him to this day.
Tell me one race, one nationality; one culture that does not seek to protect their young, have life-time friendships or long for love that will endure the test of time. I'd love to share with you the race of Sara, Jennifer, Tiffany, Casey and Betty, but I bet you already know. They are you and me. They are all a part of the human race.
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