If you are listening and watching what is going on in several cities, then you will hear that black lives matter. Of course they do, and so do white lives, and every other life under the sun. ALL lives matter. Does it really matter if people are black, white, pink or purple? LIVES matter. Having been born white, I have no idea how it feels to be a black person. But what I do know is that all lives matter, no matter the color of our skin.
When I was a teenager, I worked in a restaurant in Maine. My day started very early as truckers and other folks wanted breakfast, and fast. It was actually a fun job, and I enjoyed the people I worked with as well as the customers.
We had an older lady on the staff who greeted folks and directed them to their tables. She was probably in her 70s, and was very elegant and charming. One day a couple walked into the restaurant; a black man and a white woman. She gave them a double-take, and frowned. She abruptly showed them to a table, and walked away. She came up where I and two other waitresses were waiting for our orders to come up. She shook her head and said, “just look at that couple; disgusting!”
I was flabbergasted. At my age, I never thought anything was wrong with black people. Looking back on it now, I realize that that lady was a simply product of her generation. She grew up in a time where black people were nothing more than servants. Where as I grew up in a time where everybody was the same and were treated fairly.
It was a shock to hear and see her attitude about black people. Many years later, I got to know my mother’s friends in her coffee group downtown. A lot of them grew up in the south, and were used to having black people mow their lawns, clean their houses, and so on. But I was flabbergasted to hear them say that the black people were not allowed to use the bathroom! Even as young as I was at the time, I couldn’t understand what the problem was. Actually, I still don’t get it.
It saddens me to see so much anger and destruction these days. Of course black lives matter. White lives matter; everyones’ lives matter, no matter the color of their skin. I hope with all my heart that we can put differences aside and learn all over again to live peaceably with each other. Call me a latter day old hippie, but that’s what I hope for.