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Color Blind. . .

My special place is small enough to fit into the human body yet is large enough to house love for millions of people. This place contains every little thought that I ever had as if it were a miniature computer, a computer not built by the hands of man but by the hands of an unseen supernatural force which some of us call God - as they define God. I prefer to call them 'Elohim, The Mighty Ones. As compared to a computer, this special place is very complex and cannot be mastered by anyone except the 'Elohim who designed it. Sometimes this place is very dark from heavy thought, other times it is as bright as the glistening sun at high-noon because of the peace, love and joy that I feel. But never is it a place of hate. Hate can turn this special place into a living Hell, a place where love has no meaning, a place where eternal life is eternal death, and the soul is just another pawn captured by the chess master, known to the world as the demon Satan. Knowing that my special place is a place that no one can take from me because the force is with me always, I can continue to dream pleasant dreams, I can continue to love with love, I can continue to be the best that I can be and I can continue to think of how it used to be when we were children.

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Once upon a time when we were children, we played with whoever would take the time to play with us - without hesitation. Our moms or dads took us to the daycare, preschool, head-start and kindergarten around the age of two years. They left us with a bunch of strange kids. Some were crying, running around, jumping, yelling, sleeping, sitting around or just whatever they felt like doing at the time. It didn't matter which place we were, we still played with each other. Whites played with blacks, Mexican American, Chinese American, Asian American; all the races played together, having lots of fun. We were Color Blind. We didn't care about the color of the next child's skin. We just wanted to play until it was nap time or until it was time to go home.

This color blindness would continue until we reached the age of about 12 or 13 years, sometimes we were about 5 or 6 years old - depending on what our moms, dads or next of kin taught us. Some of us remained Color Blind even until adulthood but some of us changed during childhood - from liking the different races to hating them. How quickly we grow up and are easily influenced by the negative input that we received from our racists and bigoted moms, dads or next of kin - telling us not to play with anyone of a different race, that the other race is evil, a thorn in our side or just plain inferior.

Remember when we were children, we ate together without caring about the skin color of the child sitting next to us. We had fun eating with each other, sharing with the other children, some of our cookie, chocolate milk, banana, lollipop or whatever. We drank from the same cup, ate from the same plastic spoon and wiped our mouths with the same paper napkin. I can safely say that we were Color Blind from the daycare days until 6^th grade then things started to change. Those were the Good O'l Days. Once upon a time when we were children.

As we grew older, we changed our ways and attitudes toward the other races among us. I don't think that it was anything less than our moms, dads or next of kin feeding us negative information about the different races - which to like and which to hate. Sure, when we were young, we didn't know any better. We thought it was right to hate another race of people because they had different color skin. We were taught to feel that way by our moms, dads or next of kin. When we grew up from being an innocent child of 2 or 3 years old - who didn't care about the color - Color Blind, we began to learn about color in the cruelest way. They told us not to associate with children of different races, to call them unpleasant names: "Nigger," "Chinc," "Wet-Back," "Jew," "Honkey," "Redneck," "Jap" or any other disrespectful names which we can think of and there are plenty of them out there. We are taught by our loving moms, dads or next of kin to be no longer Color Blind. Since they have taught us to hate for so many years and because we have not asked the question why?, it is so very hard to change back to when we were children.

The brunt of the training that we have endured from that early childhood age suggests these thoughts:

That the other races have taken up my space. They move in next to me, shop at the same department store, go to the same movie theater, walk on the same streets as I do and some of them have the nerve to speak to me.

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