Racism's Impact Part 3

I'm sitting 2nd to the left.

I want to look back on 2008 when I saw racial hatred rising again. I felt fear like I had known when I was in second grade, hearing stories of cross burnings in the yards of black families and watching them burn on TV.

The scary thing I was dealing with this hatred among white Christians who I thought were my friends.

Before I went to sleep one night, I asked God, "What is this thing on me that I am battling?" Then, I received this message in a dream.

A small group of whites said they wanted to help me as they poured this white liquid substance over my head.

"You'll look better with this," they said. Other people stood in a circle, waiting for their turn to impress this group of leaders.

"I don't want to perform for these people," I thought, excusing myself to go to the bathroom. When I peered in the mirror, I saw the plaster had covered all over my head and my entire face.

"This looks awful!" I thought, pulling off the plaster that had begun to harden. I peeled off the first layer than the second.

Now I was my normal self-wearing natural hair. Although my hair still had some tiny white specks, my naturally curly hair was so much prettier than my processed hair. I shone brightly.

"Why would they pour this on me and want to cover who I am?" I asked.

"Because you are black, and they weren't comfortable with that," a voice responded.

And that’s just exactly what whites have done––insisted blacks conform to their ideas of everything in order to be “good” and “accepted.”

To be continued...

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