COMMENTARY — Let’s tackle a tough issue this week. Let’s talk about race. A song I use to be quite fond of during high school said, “Pardon me, your epidermis is showing, sir. I couldn’t help but note your shade of melanin.” And that just about sums up how most people look at the race issue. We feel as though others, or ourselves, need to apologize for the color of their skin. If you didn’t choose your skin color, then I suppose that an omnipotent God decided to bless you with the color you were poured into and you should probably be quite happy with the skin you are in.
If you look around our local communities, you will be blessed to see people of all races. There are black, white, Asian, Hispanic and Indians all right here at our back door.
Last week we had a missionary from India come and stay with our family for a few weeks, and it is always a treat to learn from different cultures. He even prepared an authentic Indian dinner one night and we ate with our fingers just like they do in India. Of course, this only lasted about 10 minutes for me because I’d rather get to the food than enjoy the culture.
But one thing that I did notice about having someone from India on board with the weekly activities is that people really don’t seem very racist around here. Everyone acted like it was no big deal to be waiting on or serving an Indian who speaks broken English and is clearly out of his element.
When we took Suresh, our Indian friend, to the Sno Shack, the elderly gentleman who runs the joint made a quick point to talk with Suresh about a friend of his from India. It seems like instead of trying to alienate the foreigner, people tried very hard to identify with him and find a common thread so that they could get to know him better. I feel like this is probably what we have really struggled for in the issue of race. Not that people would be set apart because of the color of their skin, but that they would be accepted for who they are instead of what they look like.