Political Correctness.


I am not one to begin to talk about political correctness, mostly because I am young and still learning the ways and nature of this world; but the more I see and hear and begin to understand, the more I feel that there is a need to explain some details. Now, I know not everyone will agree with me, and that is okay. What I am asking, is that you take a moment to hear another persons story, another persons side to the issues at hand.

Now, I am a brown haired, blue eyed, white young woman, who has one college degree and is currently working on a second one.  I grew up in a southern Baptist home with two conservative parents who raised me as such.

Let me stop right there… I do not know how many of you have already rolled your eyes, and clicked off of this, because all you are thinking is “typical. A white female talking to us about politics, let me turn this off before she does something crazy.” However, if you haven’t, keep reading.

From that first sentence you could almost assume that I am a typical, over privileged, white woman who has a one track mind and does not take value or precedence for anyone or anything that doesn’t fit into my perfect little box. At this point, I would tell you to stop assuming… because there are many things you do not see.

I am white, but my lineage has far different things in me, including Native American; Comanche and Cherokee and Chickasaw to be exact. I do have three tribes in me, my family is diverse by nature. With that, I do not think people even consider what the Native American tribes went through… I believe they have been the most heavily oppressed, gun downed and disrespected on American soil. And yet, there has been no uprising from them in recent media, no violent protests, they do not harbor on what used to be. Now, some say I could be biased, and I would say, you are correct.

I also agree with the statement “All Lives Matter.” Many would begin to curse me stating that agreeing with ALM means that I do not understand or I am avoiding to see the truth behind the matter of the movement and that I am one of the reasons for BLM movements. Again, I would also say, there is more to me that meets the eye. I grew up in a family that would be labeled as “under privileged.” I did not get everything handed to me, nor will I ever. My parents, both have worked hard since I can remember and still there is always more month at the end of money. My elementary and middle schools were not on the worst side of town, but they weren’t necessarily on the best side of town either. I was a minority in those schools. My best friends were Black and Mexican, I was called “Esperanza” while rocking corn rows.  I made it known that my best friends, were my best friends, I never saw color, and neither did they. We saw each other as a shoulder to cry on, as guidance, as laughter, as best friends. I would joke with them about fried chicken and tortillas and they in turn would laugh at my apparently all-to-noticeable Texas draw and my love for tutus and cowboy boots. The reason I say All Lives Matter is because I do not want to segregate one friend from the other, one life from the next, because we are all equal, even if we aren’t treated as such. I am not naive. I know how this world is. I do know that their are some races that are oppressed. I saw it first hand with my two best friends, and I stood up for them, I tried to make it known but the truth of the matter is, I couldn’t change anything. I could just love on them each and everyday. But I also chose to not make a statement or throw out my opinions because than it would only add fuel to the fire.

Like I said, I grew up in a conservative, christian home, but unlike other homes like that,  I grew up dancing for 17 years, perfecting my talent in tap, ballet, jazz, pointe, lyrical, the list goes on and on. I have a love for all arts; whether it be dance or painting or music or theatre, you know, the more “liberal” things in life. I adore listening to classical music or sitting and chatting with a Hindu woman about the art that is solely adored in their culture. I see people for people.

I have been to a poverty stricken foreign country, and did not want to leave. I did not want to leave because I wanted to stay and be “that white christian woman who is trying to save the world and put a good deed check next to her name,” no. I did not want to leave because I loved the culture; the love they had for their family and friends and strangers. They took every chance they could to spend time with each other, love on each other, and lift each other up. Time was not a limiting factor for them. Time. Stood. Still. If I could bottle up the love that I felt while being down their and bring it back to the States, I would in a heart beat.

All this boils down to this, there is too much hate in this world that is publicized, when in reality, I believe, there is a lot more love that goes on, but no one wants to see that side. We need the gossip, the gore, the wicked, the hated. We need the ugly. Why? I do not know.

Why not talk more about the love. “We love because he first loved us” 1 John 4:19. Why not love like Christ loved, and I am not saying this as a conservative-bible thumping woman who wants to throw Jesus Christ down your throat at any chance I can get. I am meaning it as, love like the MAN Jesus Christ was. Whether you believe in Him as the Son of God, the Lord and Savior or you just believe that He was a man who shows up in a book, He is definitely a role model. Just like Gandhi, or Martin Luther King, Jr. These men loved on people, ALL people. They used their words some, but even more so, they utilized their actions, they were humble by nature and they demonstrated as such. They rallied together and pressed on, but did so without violence. And guess what. They all were killed. They were killed for what they believed in too.

They were oppressed, pushed on, shoved on, called names, spit on, had their property destroyed, and they continued to love people. 

Jesus Christ hung on a cross, killed by His own people. Gandhi was shot down by a radical. Martin Luther King, Jr was shot down. 

I go on and on to make this point, stop judging others by the color of their skin, by their religion, by their status in society, by anything.

Because, by the worlds standards, my political correctness went out the door years ago.

I am an educated, conservative, Baptist woman who has danced along side gay men, walked in a Catholic church with my mexican best friend, stood alongside a close family friend who told me all about her family back in Nigeria. I love all people, all walks of life.

So if political correctness is what this world is wanting, if hatred and disrespect is what this world is wanting,

then I definitely do not belong here.