At 57 years of age I will never comprehend the need for placing labels upon a race of people. In my short lifetime I have been called the infamous “N” word, Colored, Negro, Black, African-American, and a person of color. Along with that I have been called some off-color, hurtful, and shameful names that don’t bear repeating. Why is it that people feel a need to label any person in such a way? Why can’t I just be called an American, or even more importantly, a child of Almighty God? After all, it is not the labels that adequately describe a man, but rather the character of the man is the true test of who he really is.
I will forever be grateful that my parents did not raise me in a black and white world, but a world full of color and diversity. I am glad that they taught me from an early age that no one person is better than another, but we are all different in our own way, and that is what makes each of us uniquely wonderful and special. I will always be thankful that they taught me to never let cultural differences cause a great chasm, but to use those differences as a reason to come together and to learn from one another to help build bridges of love, hope, peace, and understanding. I am grateful that they taught me that I should never judge any man by what I see with my physical eyes, but rather by the content of his character. They taught me that I should try walking a mile in another man’s shoes, and seeing the world through his eyes, and then I might better understand him. I am especially grateful that they taught me that we are all God’s children and that He is no respecter of persons. He loves all of us equally and unconditionally.
~Keith Lionel Brown
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