After the Election

As I was watching the election results I was listening to some of the comments that people were making about change and the fact that History was made and the changes that everyone is expecting to happen. It made me think about my life as a child. As a child I did not know much about the problems in the world, that others knew and lived in the 60's, such as separtate bathrooms for whites and colored, not being able to go to certain places etc... I grew up in a small country town in Michigan,
a white community. Most of the early 60's we did not always have have a T.V. so I guess because of that I wasn't aware of what was going on in others parts of the country or what people were going through. Our parents never told us that we were
better than other people or that the color of our skin was better than others so to me everyone was the same. I'm proud that my parents taught us that God created everyone equal, red, yellow, black, or white God loves us the same. In the first grade I had a little friend named Charlie Washington that was a foster child of one of a woman that lived near us. Every day at lunch time he and I would always trade sandwiches. They raised rabbits so he always had rabbit sandwiches with celery, onions and mayo, I had peanut butter and jelly. He was tired of his sandwich so we always traded. He was also very funny and always a big smile on his face. He and I always played outside on the playground together. I did not know at the time that he was black, I just knew he was my friend and to me we were just people.
We also had a older couple that came to our church named Mr. and Mrs. Hudson. He had the most beautiful voice and would sing in our church every Sunday Morning. My grandma told me one day, (you know he is a colored man) but to me he was just a nice gentle man that sang music and I always thought his wife was beautiful. My point is
other than these 3 people in my childhood everyone else was white so I did not see what was happening to others and how they were treated. It must of been awful for them... Seeing the tears on the faces of the people made me think about what kind of change and hope that these people are looking for after what they have lived.
I was also glad to see the peace that was in the crowd at Grant Park in Chicago. Over a 150,000 people and no one was hurt, the crowd was mixed with every background possible and everyone was united was if they were 1. How great was that, The Mayor was so proud that everyone came together. I hope and pray our country does see change...
We can do it...