I don’t understand and never will know how people can be so racist.  My husband points out it’s because I’m a Caucasian Christian female so of course I don’t.

My husband is Jewish.  He’s says he’s had hatred toward him for being Jewish.  I don’t doubt it and I’ve seen it.

Growing up my grandfather was very racist.  He’d tell me stories about how African American people would get off the sidewalk to let him and his mother pass by.  I hated it.  I don’t know if it was to upset him for being so mean or because I really wanted one but my first Cabbage Patch Kid was a African American one.

As a teen my friends were of all races.  The first boy I Loved was Mexican.  I thought I was racially diverse in my friendships.  I couldn’t stand people who hated anyone for the color of their skin.

Fast forward MANY years and I’m watching Crash and they talk about “Not being black in Burbank or Toluca Lake after dark” and I don’t get it and I don’t understand and it upsets me so I do research.  Burbank where I was born and raised was the last segregated city in CA.  Yep and if you look up the race breakdown it’s still not pretty.  This past weekend I saw Gangster Squad and again they mention the racism in Burbank from years past.

When our daughter was two we moved to West Los Angeles.  When my daughter started Kinder she was in a diverse school.  Every race, religion, etc. could be accounted for just in her class it seemed.  There were some years that she’d be the only blonde haired / blue eyed girl in her class.  I LOVE THAT SCHOOL.  I love that none of those kids made race or religion an issue.  I love that to this day my daughters friends are very diverse.  I love that my sons first little girlfriend who he played with all the time at daycare is African American.

It’s sad today that a friend on Facebook posted that the KKK is being investigated in Georgia.  So sad this still exists today.

Innocence does not see color.  Hatred isn’t born into you it’s taught.  I love that my kids are being raised to know that the color of our skin or our religion does not define us but the people that we become is who really defines us.

I wish it was this way everywhere but it’s not.  I’ve experienced reverse racism and it’s not me who did anything to anyone’s families in the past but people all experience things differently and I can’t change anyone’s thinking.

So my point to all this is I love this picture of L and his friend.  Her mother took it and she loved it and so do I.  They’re two cute kids, aren’t they?