Inside the complex mind of the most Intelligent human resides the mind of a child. A mind unfiltered by society’s beliefs and prejudices. A mind that does not see ethnic background, nationality or color of their skin. A mind that does not distinguish between gender or sexual orientation. A mind that does not value someone based on socio-economic standing. But a mind that simply sees another human, a smiling face to interact with. The beauty in its simplicity can not be fully described by even the most complex of minds.
The winds are carrying you away from me. As a man I take full responsibility for
Not hearing your voice
Not being responsive to your needs
Not understanding your concerns
But trust me when I say it’s not because of faded feelings, or desire for you. It’s not because I don’t value our relationship. In fact I love and value you and the concept of us more now than I ever have. My love for you has never stopped growing getting stronger each day. Now the thought of losing you has me free falling with no parachute. Desperately clinging to the hope
That you will accept my apology
That you will believe in me again
That you will believe in us again
That you will understand how much I love you.
That you will let me hold you in my arms once again.
My love for you burns as brightly as it ever has and there is nothing I would not do to make your life as fulfilling as possible. You are my soul mate and I hope the winds bring your heart back to mine.
It is easy to spot the enemies of progress those who are afraid of change. They are the ones who change the narrative to trick you and look to silence rather than engage in meaningful conversation the voices of dissent.
Stay true to the message and refuse to be silenced. Because only when the masses rise up and in one voice demand change will change take place.
I am pleased to see that we have differences.
May we together become greater than the sum of both of us.
-Surak of Vulcan
I am the child of Charles and Frances Cooke two African-Americans born in the early 1900s in the southern part of the United States. As such I have always identified myself as African-American and from time to time was reminded of this by society. From being chased out of a park while being called a nigger when I was 10, having a police officer point a gun at my head when I was 15 simply because I made the mistake of tossing a football around the yard of a white friend who lived in the suburbs, to being pulled over numerous times in my early 20s despite not fitting the “profile” because as kind of a nerd I normally had on penny loafers with argyle socks and matching sweater but my skin color was still the wrong shade.
While my self identification is the result of being raised, loved, and natured by two exceptional individuals who themselves were also African-American I am also adopted, a fact that was kept hidden from me until my late 30s. I know nothing of my biological father other than the fact that he wasn’t African-American. Recently I completed one of those DNA test and found out I was in fact 54.6% Sub-Saharan African and 43.9% European. Interesting I thought as I looked at my results how many of those Europeans had looked at me and seen just the color of my skin and thought of me as inferior? How many of them don’t look like me but have a similar ancestry? Does it really matter what my ancestry is? Does it define how I should live my life?
Our ancestry defines our culture and to a large extend our culture is a leading factor in defining who we are. But while it is a leading factor it does not change the fact that we are all human. Humans with differences but humans nevertheless. It is our differences that If embraced instead of feared would in fact make us stronger as a species. The sun, Earth’s primary source of energy, emits white light but that white light is actually a composite of all of the visible frequencies of light. Without the differences all the colors bring there would be no light at all. So is the case with the human species? Where would we be without our many differences? How would we advance and grow without the varied contributions of so many cultures?
The question before us now is how do we begin to embrace our differences as a species when our entire existence shows we let those differences divide us. Seemingly there is no answer to that. Man has always fostered a sense of loyalty rooted in group identity. We pit race against race, religion against religion, prejudice against prejudice. Divide and conquer has always been mankind’s rallying call. I am pessimistic about our ability to overcome the us versus them mentality in the short term. However I am optimistic that the human is a very promising species and as Captain Jean Luc Picard once said “inside you is the potential to make yourself better…and that is what it is to be human. To make yourself more than you are.” Today our difference divide us perhaps tomorrow we will be better and our differences will be our strength.
Find someone to laugh with you, it will bring you joy.
Find someone to cry with you, it will comfort you in times of sadness.
Find someone to listen to you, it will ease your mind in times of anxiety.
Find someone who can do all three and you have found someone to love.
Are we afraid to admit that we’re Americans and with that comes not only all the good this country brings but the sins of our past, the blood of a uncounted indigenous people, the subjugation of the African American, the continued social injustice faced by people of color to this day.
Are we afraid to confront those sins so we can begin a dialogue in which different cultures, religions and races listen to and work together to make things better tomorrow then they are today.
Are we afraid to make our voices heard through non violent resistance/protest because it would make people who have a differing belief uncomfortable and lash out with at us moral outrage when their value is transgressed even slightly.
Or are we fearless enough to say enough. Fearless enough to say today we confront our past sins. Today we accept that yes there are social injustices in society. Today we reject those who even tough it’s blatantly obvious that if it is wrong would have us accept the status quo. Today we begin to respect each other regardless of race, religion, culture, gender, sexual orientation or other differences. Today we begin the process of working to make our country live up to its unlimited promise. Today we begin to heal.
For the longest I wondered what if I had walked away from that last argument. Would things have been different? Would we still be together? The answer of course is no. Maybe we would have stayed together another day, a week, maybe a month but the end was as inevitable as the start. Drawn to each other, needing each other really for our own separate and selfish reasons. We were destined to be together, but we weren’t destined to stay together. We were lovers before we had a chance to lay a foundation to build on, to become best friends. Without that it was easy to take each other for granted, to push our own wants and needs to the front of the line. No one would ever confuse our relationship as being built on compromise. Yet there was something there wasn’t there? Something that even long lasting relationships don’t have. An electricity between us, an aura, that distinctive quality that seemed to surround and be generated by us being together. You could feel it, other could sense it, the way they would look at us it was clear that two of us together were something special. But love does not last based on an aura. Love last when two people put in the time and effort to keep it alive. An even if two people truly do love each other if they don’t put in that effort the aura will dim, the love will fade. For us the effort was simply not there. It wasn’t our destiny to stay together, not in this life. But maybe our souls will cross in a future life and we’ll get it right as I suspect we have done in past lives. Destiny simply can not be denied.
I miss coming home and sharing how our day went.
I miss gossiping about the latest celebrity news.
I miss debating the latest political drama.
I miss discussing what’s wrong with the world and how of course we would fix it.
I miss our small talks and how we made each other laugh and smile.
I miss the mental connection we shared.