My son J has wanted to say some things in response to all that’s been happening in our world the past few weeks. On Monday, at the age of 13, he attended his first prayer rally for our nation. It was a beautiful time of prayer for our black brothers and sisters, our police, our nation’s future and a great time of prayer for unity in the Lord.
The words and sentiments are his alone. (I typed and cleaned up grammar, for transparency.)
In his words…
Before I really knew about racial injustice, I grew up around my friends at church and other places. I had friends of all different colors, and I never knew a thing. I grew up, and it wasn’t until I realized what racism was, until some conversations with mom and dad.
That is when I realized that the world is unfair. I knew there was something different, but I wasn’t sure what. Racism is taught through generations. One teaches and another teaches another, and it multiplies down the line until… it hasn’t gone away. But there is the other side.. where it isn’t taught like that.
When dad let me see these videos in the news, I didn’t like it. I didn’t think it was fair, it wasn’t right, it was the opposite. They were killing people to kill people. The people may have done something wrong, but what I saw is not the right thing to do.
There are mostly good police officers and there are some that aren’t bad- I wouldn’t say bad, but some that don’t do the right things. It’s not right what those few did.
People don’t control what skin color they are born with, and what does it matter. Some people are born with all these special things or you could be born with a skin color that makes everything unfair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all.
Adoption is hard enough as it is. But if you were of a different race, it could be worse. When I was transitioning into adoption, I had a lot of problems to deal with. You go from house to house to house. I went to the first one and it was bad, then I came to this house.
Another kid that came to our house, he came in and we were his fifth or sixth home. It’s no wonder why he had so many problems. All the people he’s been around have had and made problems and stuff, and when he gets older, he’s going to have to go through a whole other thing—racism– problems that he didn’t bring himself, just because he’s biracial. It’s not right.
I was nervous to go to the rally on Monday. I did my nervous talking – what I do when I’m nervous. I didn’t feel safe at first. I thought the rioters would come in.
It was like a small concert in the park in downtown. As we worshipped and prayed and listened, a big truck would come by or a motorcycle and it was loud, and I would think that someone was really mad and didn’t like it and they could think they could mess it up.
But, it made me feel safer that I had people from the church that I go to there – like our pastors and leaders. They didn’t feel different or scared so it wasn’t dangerous.
I heard the speakers say that some people are born with all the rights of white people, some are born with rights of black people and those are treated wrongly.
I remember that they said they were treated unfairly. A lot of things popped into my mind. The person from youth at my church- they said… have you ever gone your house that you’re paying for and a police officer stops you in front of your house and think it’s not your house.
I also heard a lady who had a powerful spoken word about her life as a black woman. I had not heard those things before.
For my biracial brothers and for my black friends, I would like them to play and walk in the streets and do anything that I can do without being wrong. I wish everyone had things the same. Sadly, I don’t think that is going to happen, at least anytime soon. I want them to go around without people being mean to them because of their color.
When Jesus came down, he didn’t just die for white people or biracial people, he died for everyone. No matter what, he died for everyone. After they built Babel, the tower to heaven, God scattered the people around the world. He made languages different and their colors too. But God still made them all still.
They could have been made some other color, like bright red or blue… but what would have happened, the same thing. We could have been red. They could have been blue. Still people would have the same problems. Our hope has to be in Jesus.
My response is simply this: “Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity.” 1 Tim. 4:12.
J, your mom and dad are so very proud.