Several years ago I was talking with a friend who grew up in Corpus Christi Texas. We were laughing and talking when she interjected a remark into the conversation about her being Hispanic and not the run of the mill white girl. I remember kind of leaning back to look at her and realizing that she didn’t just have an awesome tan as well as a Hispanic sounding last name, she actually was Hispanic and that fact made a difference to some people. It never mattered to me, I knew that I liked being her friend.
Last night while we were watching Barack Obama give an amazingly historic victory speech, Sweet Husband started to saying something then stopped. He looked at me and said, “I forget that the fact he’s African American is a big deal and a first, I don’t see him as anything but a great man”. I love that about my husband.
In my short time on this planet, I am aware of the fact that we are a nation of people with names that sound different than ours. But in my generation we as a country, have turned the corner and are finally able to accept people with different names, colors and origins. I am thrilled that America get’s a do over and that we have this amazing ability to re-correct, this is huge. Besides, Barack also looks like my friend Barry.