"When Our Souls Were the Color of Gold" A Response

Over the weekend I received a response to my “Obama Nation 2” post from a close friend of mine from back in the day, one of my old cronies from Angeleno Street. He isn’t much of a computer person so we don’t keep in contact as much or as often as we probably should. Besides the years and the miles between us (he live in Oregon) don’t facilitate a close friendship. That is why when I received the response I knew it was something important, and it was.  Apparently my post had struck a nerve with him or awoke something in him and he was compelled to share his feelings with me. I’m glad he did.

In writing my Obama post it was never my intent to a indulge a particular race, creed or color or the broad spectrum of race itself and I believe my friend misinterpreted my statement of facts with my personal beliefs. However nothing could be further from the truth. I brought race into my post because it played a crucial role in Romney’s failure to win the election. He may have been speaking to all Americans and I believe he was, but he ran a campaign either by choice or direction, that relied heavily on the white majority, he banked everything on their vote and lost.

The shifting demographics of the nation gave both candidates opportunity but only Obama took advantage of it.  He won over 70% of Latino votes, 73% of Asian Americans and 90% of African Americans. He also won 60% of voters under 30 and woman voted for him 2 to 1.  All I was saying is that Mitt should have gone after more of these votes instead of conceding their votes to Obama. Had he done so perhaps he would be our president elect instead of handing the election to Obama.

Yes, Paul I too am sad for our country. We are on a run away train on a collision course with catastrophe. And you’re right, “there ain’t no stopping it now.” And I do remember when we were all just Americans with one common goal, to make our country great for all. I remember when most Americans were willing to “do” for their country, now it seems that all they want to do is take. I remember the words of John Kennedy in his inaugural address “Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.” He went on to say “Ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.” 

If only there were no divisions, partitions or groups, if only the barriers could be broken and the walls brought down, that would be a wonderful accomplishment, but that my friend is a pipe dream. There can be no equality without everyone and I mean everyone, buying in equally. Unfortunately bias, racism and prejudice are alive and well in America. I hope the day comes when society will realize the senselessness of it all, but I don’t believe it will be happening anytime soon.

Like you Paul, I grew up in what my mom called a “rainbow world” where the multi-colors complimented one another and create something beautiful. Ours, meaning all of us who hung out together on Angeleno and those we went to school with, shared a colorblind friendship. We were not aware of race or skin color, it simply didn’t matter. Call me naive, but I didn’t experience racial prejudice until my senior year of high school. I remember well being called a “coconut” (brown on the outside, white on the inside)  by other Mexican students because of my many friendships with Anglo Americans. I remember the first day of my senior year at Azusa High School, my first experience in a public school. I remember standing there at lunch not knowing my place. In area of the quad were the “jocks,” in another the “cholos”, then there were the “surfers,” and another group referred to back in the day as the “continentals.” Talk about segregation. I remember standing there trying to decide, when I noticed another group out under a large tree. They were referred to by a number of names, “loners,” “smokers,” “losers,” and “loadies,” funny, but we were a perfect fit. With them race or status didn’t matter.

Yes Paul, there was a time in our imperfect world when all that mattered was friendship. Those were the good old days our world was a much nicer place then.  We did have sweet innocence and our souls were certainly the color of gold. I still live in that rainbow world my mother taught me about or perhaps better put, that rainbow world lives within me. I only wish it could live within us all.

Just Saying…




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