It’s been a long time since I last posted on here, but I finally got myself to sit down and write something. This topic has been on my mind for a while now, so it was good to finally get it down on paper (or screen, whatever…). Enjoy!
There’s lots of things about us humans that makes me wish I weren’t one, but today I’m going to talk about a certain one. When something looks different, we think it is. In a lot of cases that’s true. For example green apples tend to be more sour than red ones. But in some cases it isn’t like how some people have dark skin and others have light.
Years ago people with dark skin were considered lesser, eventually we figured out that that was completely silly. It took some people longer to figure that out and in the US we ended up having a whole war over it. Some countries managed it easier than us Canada and England for example. I feel like Americans tend to make excuses for that, but nothing can be said or done to justify the cruelty that was inflicted by humans on their fellow humans. But I’m not here to give a history lesson, I’m here to talk about what I’ve been noticing lately: the attitude of the majority of light skinned humans towards dark skinned humans has gone from ‘They aren’t even human!’ to ‘They are less than us.’ to ‘Okay fine, maybe we are the same.’ to ‘We were wrong, forgive us.’ until now I hear ‘You were wronged, so in payment for that you can have whatever job you want, including my own because my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather possibly listened when his Daddy told him that he wasn’t the same as his best friend.’. Do you see my point? In the United States the white male often has the hardest time getting a job. We are going from one extreme to the other! I’m not saying that I am better than my dark skinned best friends! I’m just saying that maybe instead of trying to make of for our ancestor’s sins we should wipe the slate clean.
We’re all equal: dark, light, brown, yellow, and red. We’re all beautiful, amazing, talented creatures. Always learning, inventing, progressing, sometimes slowly, but we never stop completely. We do it together. We always have, and we always should. I have as much right to a job as anyone else of any skin color. Sure, some white men murdered blacks simply because of the way they looked, but others gave their lives for them. We, all of humanity, need to look to the future instead of worrying about our past.
Thanks to plastic surgery, dye, and contacts, we can now change what we look like. Probably somewhere in the near future we’ll be able to choose absolutely everything about what we look like, including our skin. But I don’t want that to happen. I wish we could all embrace ourselves for the way we are. I’m not the prettiest girl on the planet, so it’s not like it’s really easy for me to say that. But I have decided to be happy with the way I am. I paint my nails (who can resist a little bit of sparkle or flash of color?) and I’ll probably wear a little bit of makeup when I’m older, but I’ll never dye my ugly brown hair. Even if I had the money for it I’d never get plastic surgery to change my way-too-wide nose. I’ll never get colored contacts just because my eyes are a little too gray. And if they come up with a way to change my skin color, you know what I’ll say to that.