LETTER: Back to South Carolina in 1976.
This is not the first editorial I have written over the years. It began a long time ago.
My son and daughter were raised in an international village. Their dad served twenty years in the US Army. Therefore, my children were never taught to be prejudice.
When we stationed in Germany our neighbors were black. That did not make a difference to us. We all became good friends. I recall how sad we all were when we returned to the states and said our good-byes.
We returned to Germany again years later. My children and I returned to South Carolina in 1976. It was not a good time for the children in the public schools. Race tensions were terrible and riots were taking place at the high school my son attended. My daughter was twelve years old and she wanted to make friends right away. One day she spied a young black girl sitting alone on the school bleachers. She sat down beside her and asked could she sit with her.. My daughter was stunned when the girl lashed out at her and yelled “NO, you cannot! I hate white Honkies!” She pushed my daughter off the bleachers. A teacher saw my daughter fall and rushed over to see if she were physically hurt. No, she was not physically hurt, she was heart hurt.
That night I had a long talk with her. I tried to explain why I always told her that prejudice is a bad word and she had experienced it that day.
May this be the time in history that we all realize the “Black Life Does Matter”. All life matters no matter what nationality you may be. We can make or change laws and try to enforce them but until hearts are changed by the Holy Spirit with forgiveness and love, peace will never come. God forgive us for our faults and failures and bless our nation and make it Great again.