There’s something I’ve meant to talk about for some time now, and while it might (no, will) ruffle some feathers, I’m going to go there.
I read somewhere (might have been Ancestry or 23andMe, maybe Wikipedia) that every blue-eyed person in the world is a descendant of an African man who, through genetic mutation, was born with blue eyes.
The fact that nearly everyone who has blue eyes (me included) can trace their roots back to a Northern European country should make you wonder how that happened.
Sarah Hoyt wrote a very interesting article about the whole subject of race and what she calls “reading racial tea leaves.”
I found it interesting because I had been thinking along the same lines recently.
When you come right down to it, race as we’ve used it all these years is really meaningless; it’s an invention of people who consider it relevant, no matter how irrelevant it is (yes, I’m talking about anthropologists and sociologists).
There has been so much mixing and blending and swirling between people of different races and ethnicities that race and ethnicity don’t matter anymore.
I think we need to stop treating them like they do.
The only thing we can say for certain is that we’re all human beings, capable of giving and receiving love, needing to love and be loved (so sue me if I sound too ’70’s).
I’m not saying not to address past wrongs: I’m saying that reconciliation doesn’t happen until we recognize the common bond that we share, our humanity.
As Sarah says in the above article, we have more in common than not, and to pretend otherwise is “arrant [sic] nonsense.”
Let’s make it happen.
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