This is a very well written piece. The author uses it to open the pressure valve on her personal pressure cooker, but she tells us a lot about herself and the cruel world that she encountered. Her last line tells me that she will stand strong against the winds of hatred and she will thrive on the nourishing beauty of our planet.
My followers already know my views on prejudice.
“For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.” —Long Walk to Freedom: The Autobiography of Nelson Mandela
Today I was pushed to write this. I grew up in South Africa and watched the seeds of change flourish whilst multiculturalism spread its arms around every skin color we gave birth to. It was a truly unique and precious gift. But somewhere along the way things went horribly wrong. Nelson Mandela fought for peace and freedom. Not for one race, but all races. Color was inconsequential. As it should be. If you punch me in the face, it hurts. If you cut me with your blade, I bleed. My color, your color…makes no difference to the fact that we bleed the same, we need the same things to survive and we all die…
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