Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2023 7:32:41 GMT -5
It was a beautiful Tuesday as the Sun rose to warm the grass of its morning dew. The people awoke with a spring in their steps that hasn't been felt in many days. They drank their morning coffee in awe of the visions they had of what this 4th of July would bring. Parades, cookouts, family & Friends, and fireworks to cap the day. All they knew is it would be better than a day at work and they so excitedly prepared.
Then came that morning's parade. It was mid-morning, somewhere around 10:15am, when the parade watchers caught their first glimpse of what would become a scar on this otherwise glorious event. In small town USA we don't always carry the same views as the rest of the free country, but this sight left many scratching their heads in silent disbelief. A silence that started to grow with a small rumbling among the watchers to eventually multiple post on social media. What was so bad? What was done? What could have been approved that would have caused such a ruckus!
We hear much talk in today's world of racism. So much so that the people have grown tired of the pleas to end such behavior and have begun to excuse or deny what is seen as even being the racism that is so feared. The sides gaze angerly at each other until the only winners are those that relish in the divide they helped create. Both will swear that the other was to blame, but neither will acknowledge their role.
Unlike some events across our country on this 4th July, no blood was shed. We can all be thankful for that, but there was emotions of anger and feelings that were hurt. The parade watchers watched in disbelief as a young lady, dressed in costume as a Native American, with her hands bound together, was lead down 2nd Street by a white woman on horseback in a display that no one seemed to get.
I'm sure they were unaware of the outcry that would soon be placed at their feet, but isn't that our country today? For sure it's the racism we see today. Meaning, people either don't know the things they do are racist, or worse, they don't care. Did they even know? Either, both, or all three being the case leaves the rest of us like the parade watchers, scratching our heads.
Pictures are available if anyone can share without giving my FB address.
Then came that morning's parade. It was mid-morning, somewhere around 10:15am, when the parade watchers caught their first glimpse of what would become a scar on this otherwise glorious event. In small town USA we don't always carry the same views as the rest of the free country, but this sight left many scratching their heads in silent disbelief. A silence that started to grow with a small rumbling among the watchers to eventually multiple post on social media. What was so bad? What was done? What could have been approved that would have caused such a ruckus!
We hear much talk in today's world of racism. So much so that the people have grown tired of the pleas to end such behavior and have begun to excuse or deny what is seen as even being the racism that is so feared. The sides gaze angerly at each other until the only winners are those that relish in the divide they helped create. Both will swear that the other was to blame, but neither will acknowledge their role.
Unlike some events across our country on this 4th July, no blood was shed. We can all be thankful for that, but there was emotions of anger and feelings that were hurt. The parade watchers watched in disbelief as a young lady, dressed in costume as a Native American, with her hands bound together, was lead down 2nd Street by a white woman on horseback in a display that no one seemed to get.
I'm sure they were unaware of the outcry that would soon be placed at their feet, but isn't that our country today? For sure it's the racism we see today. Meaning, people either don't know the things they do are racist, or worse, they don't care. Did they even know? Either, both, or all three being the case leaves the rest of us like the parade watchers, scratching our heads.
Pictures are available if anyone can share without giving my FB address.
