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Black America forgive me for I do not understand what you go through..

I understand the history, the culture, the passion, the plight…I have the skin color, the physical attributes, everything/all of it. But I am in a way…none of it.

So I apologize today to you Black America, because for the past 29 years I’ve tried but have failed to understand what you have and what you continue to go thru.

Unlike you, I have never faced oppression. I’ve never been judged purely on the color of my skin. Never have I felt that I needed to perform better to show that a Black Person could do it, I work as hard as I do because I always want the world to know that I was/am the best…I suppose my personality and who I am is based more on my confidence and ego than on the color of my skin…

I’m free to say all of that and whatever I say because I’m an American and well…I fought for the right to…

I think, feel, and know that it’s harder to be a person, a human being, a child, a sibling, a parent, a friend, a husband & a father than it is to be Black.

I just realized today, actually I just took the time to listen to a story for once. Instead of always telling the story, I just sat & listened today. Today my mom told me something that she’s been telling me for the last 29 years, something that I always heard but always failed to hear.

Today I found out that no one, repeat: NO ONE, in my family is entirely “Black” or “African American”. My family history is filled with so many “barrier breakers”, my family if full of people who decided that what they were. wasn’t what made them who they were. In a way I learned today that I should no longer feel guilty for not being able to connect with the “struggles of the Black Man”, because I learned today that “Man” has always struggled at some point in life. Not a single one of us was born perfect, and the last time I checked the headlines…Ignorance is prone to strike anyone anywhere at anytime, Ignorance doesn’t care what color you are, Ignorance, from what I’ve always been taught…is a universal state of mind…

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  1. AnonymousJuly 11, 2009

    I am so impressed my your writings. keep up the wonderful work you are doing. You will eventually inspire one to live and learn, by what you write.

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