It seems kind of ludicrous to have a conversation on race in a room full of white people. How can you begin to understand the issue with only one race represented? I suppose that wasn’t the thrust of the gathering, but the topic came up. It was at a reading of a very intelligent and respected author. I wondered if he saw the foolishness of a crowd of white people talking about race. I suppose I shouldn’t complain, at least there is some dialogue. It just frustrates me that segregation is so ingrained in our lives. I walked back to my truck and passed people of other races that seemed a million miles away from me. Our circles of interest are radically different. This has been going on for ages, and I wonder if the trend will continue. The intelligent and respected author suggested we rely less on labels and concentrate on people. He said you can’t love a labeled group. But you can love a person. Perhaps that’s where the change needs to start. Little things like that. I wonder if the day will ever come when I can walk into a restaurant and the color of some one’s skin will be an attribute like any other I would use to describe them: tall, short, blond hair, red hair, glasses, etc. Of course to each one of these a certain stigma is attached and it seems rather hopeless.
I wonder how Jesus saw people.