Jesse Jackson and Voters Psyche

As a first generation American, whose family was rousted at gun point from their ancestral home near St. Petersburg, Russia , I have seen the color divide as an ‘accepted’ white person in our new  home country.  I had a friend in third grade that I really liked who happened to be black. And she said to me, ‘why are you here in my home acting all friendly?  is it just to eat our food?’

That was my first direct contact with racism.
I then would sit, year after unfolding year, and look out quietly at the white and all of the various colored peoples movement in the community, nation and world.  Watching the subtle and visible interactions with heightened interest in and the hope for loving kindness in motion.  In college I was invited to be an art counselor at an all black summer camp in the Mohawk Mountains in New York State.  I was the only white person on the property.  I felt unwanted and un-friended but would not have changed the experience for any reason.  When I had a family I wanted to make sure that color was seen as a different skin and nothing more.  My daughter was made the diversity chair of her prep school in her first year at that school because of the way she moved and behaved.  She was sent to specific extensive diversity training.  After extensive the  diversity training , she worked as a trainer at school conferences. She came home one vacation and told me, Mom, by raising me to be ‘color blind’, you have failed to understand the deep cultural differences between people.  The nationalities of those of color bring a richness that should not be marginalized or waysided’.  My daughter changed my life, so that when I was in the doctors office, I understood the specialness the receptionist brought into the dance with the human family. The receptionist  whose ancestor’s come from Nigera is complex beyond the color of her skin..  Her eyes shown as she felt understood and respected for who she is and from where her richness derives.  I look to this commentary from within the Black community, by Rev Jesse Jackson, as a reflection of those ancestral roots blossoming on the political stage. So many different countries and cultures, just like the difference in the white community like the difference between Russia and Spain or Germany and France.  I am not emotionally shaken at the flaming words, though there is a river of people who are blown by the winds of emotional dialog.  I am delighted that a Harvard Constitutional Scholar has a chance to protect the country and Oh, by the way He is Black!  VOTE!  Get out the VOTE!  G to whatever center you an and drive those who might have difficulty getting to the polls.  Do You Part in this Historic Intersection in racial relations. Vote and Thank you.  VOTE!