As much as I hate to cause conflict, I just really can’t let this day go by without saying something divisive.
I don’t want to do it.
I feel compelled, and I have been mulling this over quite a bit today. I am not even sure I have all the details worked out. But I’m forging ahead anyway.
I feel the power of what happened today. Even though I really do not agree with President Obama’s stance on many issues. Even though we are just about as far apart politically as you can get in this country. And I made public my feeling that today is an incredible thing to be alive to see no matter who you voted for – the inauguration of this gifted man who happens to be black.
You see, I get to say that. I get to say, “I don’t see color.” Because my family history is not fraught with abuse and pain. My ancestors chose where they wanted to live and were allowed to make opportunities that were denied to others, often violently. Perhaps they saw some small slights – they were Italian, and not always looked at so highly. But nothing, NOTHING like African Americans have seen in this country.
I have it pretty good. And I have seen others burdened with a history that I cannot imagine climbing out from under.
I can divide my feelings on politics and human-ness. I think at times we need to remember that there is no greater commandment than to love our neighbors, no matter who they are. Politics, I’m pretty sure, end somewhere before the grave.
I think it would be wonderful if today could have been just another man becoming leader of the free world. But most people do still see color, whether they are brave enough to admit it or not. And so today was a triumph.
For it’s not so much about seeing the varied shades of humanity. It’s about believing they’re not what matters.