Filtered Eyes, Filtered Feelings

I’ve been in Atlanta for several days with a group of people committed to better grasp the concept of diversity in our organization.

To say it was eye-opening would be a gross understatement.

I grew up in the civil rights era. I was a kid who didn’t think past my little world, so the issue of minority cultures didn’t hit home. I knew how my folks thought–they were quite vocal. I didn’t agree with them. But I had no voice. To show them respect, I didn’t press the issue.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve engaged more with minority cultures and have learned much about what their lives are unnamed-5like living in a white world.

Nothing prepared me, though, for our tour of the Center for Civil and Human Rights.

Entering, you first see pictures of segregationists.  People who genuinely felt white people had been given a place of predominance in the world.

A board with Jim Crow laws followed. Different states establishing rules, laws for those of color. Not encouraging character or moral integrity. Laws limiting interaction. Restricting connection.

unnamed-6Laws which might seem senseless today if Ferguson, Missouri wasn’t still fresh in our minds. And young blacks like Trayvon Martin hadn’t crept into national news.

Laws such as: “Any party to a marriage between a white person and a negro or a mulatto shall be fined not less than $500 nor more than $5,000. If the parties continue after conviction, either or both shall be imprisoned.”

The most challenging exhibit for me was the lunch counter simulation. In the mid 1960’s, blacks non-violently would sit at white-only lunch counters, asking politely to be served. I got to experience some of what they went through by the wonder of technology.

I could feel the kicks to my chair. The loud sirens in the background, coming for those quietly sitting at the counter. I heard the evil voices in my ear. “I’m gonna stick a fork in your throat, boy. Who do you think you are sittin’ there?” Words of hate, shame and disgust poured into my ears as more and more people told me how worthless I was.

Yes, I felt like one of them. For a brief moment.

I felt shame. Shame for the way my race has responded to those who are different from us. unnamed-7

Eleanor Roosevelt helped create the Bill of Rights for All Humankind. The standard? Human dignity.

Why do we so easily determine who is worthy of dignity?

The Center mentioned six reasons why people stand by and do nothing when others are being persecuted: fear, personal gain, blind obedience, personal prejudice, they don’t know what to do, and they see no one else helping.

Truth? God made us ALL in His image. He chose our gender, color and ethnicity.

We didn’t. 

Sister Conseulo Morales, a defender of the rights of those who have no voice, made this statement: “I believe that respect for human dignity goes beyond the rule of law and enters the realm of spirituality.”

I’d like to think we’ve made advancements in the area of equality since the mid twentieth centurey

Until I can look at someone who is different than me, value and respect them for who they are, there will still be an issue.

How would you assess your filters?












7 responses to “Filtered Eyes, Filtered Feelings”

  1. What a powerful experience! Thanks for sharing friend.


    1. You know the typical response–“Hard, but good”? I’m really wanting to know what good will actually happen from this. The answer to the “So what now?” question. Thanks for the encouragement, GB.


  2. That is a powerful blog! Thank you.


    1. You know the typical response–“Hard, but good”? I’m really wanting to know what good will actually happen from this. The answer to the “So what now?” question. Thanks for the encouragement, GB.Thank


    2. Thanks, Lynn. It was one of those times where God throws truth at you so hard and so powerfully that you have to step back and wonder what now? The reality of the problem is so much worse than I imagined.


  3. Dayle, I’m with you in your eye-opening diversity for our organization! I remember Arthur Thompson, from 2 streets over and all dressed up, asking me to come out and play. AND what his Mom did for a living! My Folks, however were different from yours! Blessings as you ALL go forward with this!


    1. Thanks, Lo. I’m thrilled you had parents with warm hearts and an open mind. We’ve really got to see how the Lord is leading us to make significant changes–not just pay lip service to a wrong that’s been done.


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