Critical Race Thinking - My thoughts

Short and sweet. Watch kids in a nursery. You know, what's the politically correct term? Diverse. A diverse mix of little kids in a nursery.

Look at a 'diverse' group of kids on a playground.

What do you see? What I've observed is kids playing. They act like they are all equally kids and equally can play.

When is it kids start picking up the intolerance for a difference of skin color? Is it when kids start hearing their parents making comments about races?

I was a young child when I heard dad make comments like, "Those damn (insert a race)." Nearly a decade later I heard him say, "The (insert a race) are going to take over the Church."

I had to wonder. I was old enough to reason at this point and ponder on what he said. Yes, that particular race was joining the Church at a faster rate than other races. So. Did that matter? Were they going to be able to 'take over the Church'? Who did the Church belong to? Who was running it?

The Church belongs to God/Heavenly Father (Father of all spirits on the face of the earth). Who 'runs' the Church? Jesus Christ, under the direction of Heavenly Father.

I don't think daddy had that one right.

My point is, people are entitled to their opinions, true. However, each person has to decide for themselves what their opinion is on any given subject.

We were riding the Heber Creeper train this past March. It was a fun experience to share with little kids. There were a couple kids on the seat across the aisle from us. Shi (8 yo) started talking and interacting with the two little kids (one about 5 yo and the other about 3 yo). The parents watched carefully, guardedly. The dad is a black man and the mom is a white woman. The kids interacted off and on through out the train ride. When the ride was nearing the end I got the parents attention and said, pointing to their kids and Shi and said, "Do you see this? People. People."

That's all I said. Soon enough the ride was over and because of COVID-19 each group was individually escorted off the train. When the dad got up (last in his group) he turned to me and said, "Thank you."

I'm convinced we are all people and we can to be respectful of each other regardless of culture, religion, convictions, color. We are all JUST. PEOPLE.