So what is all the fuss about? One might think that learning from the past would make for a better future but that doesn’t seem to be the case. There will always be one group of people fighting to oppress another group that is totally unrelated to them; has nothing to do with them; would not impact their personal life at all.
In other words, you will always have haters simply because they LOVE to hate.
Racial equality/ Racism. The earliest example that comes to my mind is Slavery of Africans here in the Early USA. Known as “Blacks” as oppose to “Whites”. Talking about slavery is a really big topic and my blog isn’t meant to be a really big blog so we’ll just say, “Yeah, we know what happened, we know what it was about, we know it wasn’t fair and we know that “Blacks were eventually given equal rights”. Let's skip to my own experience of racial equality/racism. My Dad was born and raised in Alabama. He would often take me back to his home to visit his grandparents and when I was 6 years old, we went for a visit but stopped at this little store to pick up a couple of grocery items. Being from Chicago, and classified as a city girl, walking into a grocery store was no big deal. Strolling through picking up items (especially candy) was the fun part, but I could sense something different in this Alabama store. As soon as Dad and I walked inside, two white men standing by the cash register began to stare at us. I remember feeling the tension roll off Dad as he repeated for me to stay next to him. That was my first clue that something wasn’t right because Dad knew that I was a wondering soul, unafraid to explore and to curb that instinct was odd, but I did. I stayed near Dad as he walked around and kept his eyes on the other two men. I can't recall what exactly happened next, but he took hold of my hand and we left the store without buying one thing. He later explained, once we were in the car and heading back down the country road, that it wasn’t safe to shop at that store and his worry centered more on me than anything else. That was my first memory that my Dad (and me) did not have the same rights to walk into that store and shop. Even though we would have paid with US currency Dad earned while working in Chicago, it didn't matter.
I remember the riots of Chicago and the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King because of his fight for civil rights.
Someday, none of this will be as important as it is now and when that day happens