I was only 2 years old then. Toddling around, blissfully unaware of the need for civil rights in this country, unaware of something called war, or as they liked to call it, conflict in Vietnam. From the photos I saw on the CBS Evening News with Walter Cronkite, I’d say it was war, but what does a toddler know?Mine was the generation that underwent mandatory desegregation. Many families, both black and white, no longer saw grade point average as a priority, but were more concerned about whether their son or daughter would be on the “list” to be bussed across town to attend school. It was a true concern for parents. I was never on the list, not that it mattered. I was busy with my own kind of integration program. It was nice because it came so naturally – I love friendships that God creates, don’t you?
My best friend was Johnette, the P.E. teacher’s daughter. We met in Bible club at school. I loved hanging out with her because she loved Jesus and knew His wonderful law. We talked and laughed and sang Sunday School songs together. We had a common bond that could not keep us apart because we both loved Jesus. It was Johnette’s character I adored and wanted to be around. She never had a bad day and wore a big smile on her face!
You know, I don’t know to this day if Johnette rode a bus to school or not. Was she part of the social experiment? I don’t know. I assume (and yes, I know what that means) she was in the neighborhood around the school since her mom worked there. I don’t know – and I don’t care! Johnette and I were best friends. Nobody made us spend time together, but I believe God allowed us to cross paths. For that gift, I will always be grateful.
No matter what a person’s race is, it is their character that will shine and attract others. Johnette and I were friends in Christ. We sharpened each other’s iron and grew to be very close friends. She is African-American and I’m so Caucasian I can’t even pay to get a good tan.
Color blindness begins with me – and I refuse to see anything but a person’s character. It should be our common like-mindedness that binds us in the Lord and nothing else. I have brothers and sisters in Christ. We all have a unique quirk especially from Him. We look for that quirk in each other – that is when we begin to sharpen each other’s iron – and that is when great things for God begin to happen. ❤
Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase. – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
I wish I could have found the entire episode, but here is the last part of “Black Like Monica” from the CBS series, “Touched By An Angel”. I hope you get a chance to watch the whole thing. Monica was in a situation where she was a black human being for one day – but what a lesson she learned.
The Color of racism is fear. – Monica, Touched by an Angel
I believe if we can keep our communication honest instead of ugly, God can help any relationship improve and eventually heal, don’t you? ❤