This Monday is almost over and the reason for a day off from school, MLK Birthday, is coming to an end. Not before we head to a friends house though to watch UNDEFEATED Syracuse Men’s Basketball play Pittsburgh. I was given an SU sweatshirt for Christmas so I guess it’s time to embrace the fact I live only 8 miles from a top-notch BB program. But there will be days I will still be rooting for Kansas. Go Jayhawks!
I don’t think I’ve ever been a racist although growing up on a small farm in the midwest never gave me much opportunity to experience much of the racism that went on outside of that Norman Rockwell setting. Right about now you are wondering what in the world does basketball have to do with racism? Nothing!! 🙂
Off to a small Bible college in rural Iowa I was pleasantly surprised to have a cross-cultural experience everyday as international students came and went during the four years I was there. Some of my good friends were Imbi and Jack from Papua New Guinea and Serge Michel from Haiti. To me they were just people whose skin color came in different wrapping. I am thankful God has protected me from the evil of thinking “because I am white I am superior”.
Last year I read the novel The Help by Kathyrn Stockett and more recently watched the movie.
This story is about three women who take on the establishement of black maids serving in white homes where they raise the children, cook the meals and clean the homes but are not allowed to use the family restroom. They either have to wait until they get back to their own homes on the other side of town or use the “special restroom” built just for them outside. This book is about the freeing of these women who stand up for what is right and the white woman who helps them take that first courageous step. I would recommend reading the book or seeing the movie but be warned it is rather rough at times with language and content. If you want your eyes opened to what MLK believed in and died for this book will do that.
I will also be reading Bloodlines by John Piper who writes about his own experience growing up in the 1960’s in the South.
Time for some basketball!