Can We Cure The Disease

It might sound strange, but I did not know I was black until I moved to the USA.

Some of you might think I am crazy and it doesn’t make sense to say such a thing. But if you want me to rephrase it, let’s just say I’ve always been aware of my skin color but back home it didn’t really matter to me. I simply saw myself as a human being. Back home, yes, we were surrounded by people from different backgrounds and complexions, but as a kid, race and ethnicity weren’t major issues or concerns. While like any other place on earth we had our own issues, coming from a place where the majority looks like you, you don’t really see yourself as different. There is this innocent or maybe hopeful perception which makes one believe that everyone should be nice and treat each other with love and respect. Coming to the USA was a different story or rather an awakening moment and sad realization that it didn’t really matter whether I had a great upbringing or came from an educated family. It didn't really matter how good or successful I could be or things I could accomplish, as for some, I would always be seen as less than equal. 

The older I get the more I ponder on this “disease” of racism. I will admit there are numerous emotions I face, from anger, sadness, confusion and hope. I’m angry because I don’t understand why the media and TV at times praise white, lighter complexions or certain facial structures as symbols of beauty. While being just pure black or of darker complexion, is at times mocked and viewed as less beautiful or ugly. I’m sad and feel sorry for all the ignorant people who think and view themselves as superior or better just because they look, speak or act differently. I’m confused because sometimes it’s hard for meto believe that some people are not evil, because the moment I decide to have some faith and see good, there is something or someone who reminds me otherwise by making a racist comment or action.

So, while I understand that this won’t be resolved tomorrow, every day I make the hard decision to choose hope. I’m hopeful for a better future for my children and the future generations. My hope is that they will grow up in a world where they will be treated like human beings. Where people won’t question whether they can afford certain things when they go to certain places, a world where they won’t be worried about being stopped by the police and possibly losing their life prematurely. A world where they can feel appreciated and respected for who they are as people.