Interracial Matters (Part II)



The infamous and ruthless dictator, Adolph Hitler, once had global aspirations to put into practice a highly questionable institution commonly referred to as Eugenics. His goal: to create a “pure Aryan race”. Blonde hair – blue eyes – without any physical defect; these were the attributes or characteristics he deemed superior to all others on the planet. Today, although we do still have some socially and morally challenged individuals in our societal midst that hold such extreme beliefs, most are probably not adhering to the Nazi principles of the third reich. However, we should not kid ourselves. There are certainly those who are of the opinion that racially speaking, one should “stay to their own”. To put it bluntly they do not believe in what some have deemed “race-mixing”.

Now, I may shock you here. I am completely ok with someone who does not want to or who does not believe in “mixing races”. If that is your personal preference then more power to you. Date – marry – and choose to pursue only those who are strictly of your own race if that is how you roll. And, of course, by all means, feel free to ensure that you have a baby boy or girl who has your exact physical attributes and then hopefully you and the fam are able to live happily ever after! I have absolutely no problem with someone who lives out a dream that looks just like that one. Where the problem begins for me however – is when that same individual – who has or had that dream – tries to enforce it upon everyone else in society – including their own children.

I get it. Racial pride. Racial heritage. The desire for your child to “fit in” and perhaps not be different; especially for those who live in a rural setting that lacks diversity. But, here is the issue: there are a lot of individuals who hide behind these “desires” in order to mask what are in reality their racist or prejudiced beliefs. Or in some cases there are those who probably live with a fear of being judged by others if their son or daughter marries someone of “this or that” race. And that specific dynamic cuts to the very core of race in America. This is the underbelly that is rarely if ever discussed in the public square and therefore never improves or evolves within certain circles. We must create a productive social atmosphere that allows for subjects like this to be examined under the revealing nature of a critical light.

My wife and I are blessed with two little girls (one just turned three and the other soon to be five). They are actually “TRI-racial” and speak spanish and english fluently. In other words, you might say that they are the very definition of multi-cultural. Their skin tone as you might imagine is a blend of each of ours respectively – hair – the same story. Beautiful – happy little girls who we hope will see the world from a multi-faceted viewpoint. We realized of course – though there are certainly many other multi-racial families and kids where we live fortunately – that “generally speaking” they will be somewhat different. And for us this was a positive thing – something that we celebrate and love about our precious girls.

On what is almost a daily basis we encounter curious onlookers who “love their hair” or who may literally walk up in awe with jaw agape and say: “they are BEAUTIFUL”! But every now and then we will see a look from someone who believes, like our old pal and dictator, the aforementioned Mr. Hitler, that eugenics is the order of the day. No one has actually said anything to us – maybe because I’m 6’2 – 200 lbs – or maybe it is just that they are simply afraid to speak their mind in the modern era – not sure exactly. But, occasionally, we get a feeling at least, that someone (usually black or white) is not pleased. If we are correct in that assumption, this is the type of individual I want to address when I say it is time to let it go. The truth is that someone along the way taught you that YOU need to be concerned with the dating or marriage preference of each member of an entire race as you walk the streets of America. However, if one reads that last sentence again – this time out loud – the absurdity of that statement should be self-evident.

I am over-joyed with my wife and the two beautiful daughters whom God has blessed me/us with. I’m certain that I was meant to marry the woman I did and am thankful that she is a fantastic mom and person. Not quite sure why “Random Joe” from Anytown, USA – whom I have never met is consumed with the fact that our races are not an exact visual match, but I know this: we have to have that and many other discussions – in America – if we hope to progress to the point where racism (or any form of questionable ideology surrounding this subject matter) is no longer taught in our homes. Otherwise, a new batch of “Random Joe’s” are going to continue to be manufactured in future generations. Thankfully my daughters are growing up in a world that is much more diverse and much less ignorant than even twenty-five or thirty years ago, but there is still work to be done. Let’s get to it!






 OREOS TO GO:  If your view of the world is similar to Hitler’s – may be time for some self-reflection.

More than a blog. It’s a movement.


Though there is much more that could be said, I will have to stop for now. But hopefully you will continue the conversation in your living rooms, at your places of worship, and even with that person of another race you just met as you were walking down the street in your neighborhood.

And also I do have what I think is another interesting plate of cookies on a platter for next Monday (you can share via social media buttons below), when I hope you will join me again to talk some more oreos. 


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