My dear friend is heartbroken. Or mayhaps heartbruised. Always tragic, assuredly, but more so when you know the cause.
How can one still, in this forward thinking time, this century, hate or shun someone based only on the tint of skin?
I have laughed at the ignorance of old timers and the generations gone, thinking 'how naive of them' and pitying them for their blindness. People, no matter the color of their hair, or the length of their nose or the limp in their walk are, after all, still people.
People are much the same. They want more than anything to be loved. They want someone to listen to them, hold them, tell them that even if the world falls apart that the love will go on. How can we expect that to happen when we cannot see with our hearts and look only with our eyes?
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And then one wonders what kind of prescription would cure this myopia?
Are those that are blind in this fasion realize the kind of pain they can potentially inflict on others? Or, are they numb, too?
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