There are certain concepts that befuddle my mind and I cannot for the life of me understand how they continue to thrive in some cultures. For example, wherever did the idea of white supremacy get its start, how did it erupt into a murderous, barbaric form like The Holocaust, and how does it survive now, in what we consider to be a modern if not enlightened age.
Somehow over the centuries, supremacists have decided that white people are superior to other skin colors. There is no proof of this, of course. People of every stripe have built cities and civilizations, have advanced science and knowledge. Perhaps light-skinned people are just more rapacious, predatory, greedy. After all, it was primarily white people who settled this country by decimating the red skinned natives, importing black skinned slaves, and driving out brown skinned Mexicans who owned much of what is now the Southwest.
I should hasten to say that I am white (of Scots-Irish-English descent) and I am perplexed at the thought that any of my clan could have behaved so poorly, and wonder how they squared that with their belief that we are all children of one God. I have youthful memories of Sunday School and of singing “Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world: red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight . . . .”
Somehow this notion of oneness does not always hold into adulthood, although I have been cheered by the social changes of recent years that have embraced mixed marriages and blended families of every sort. Still the old biases remain and I am saddened to hear that a new wave of white supremacists are campaigning on our college campuses, repeating the old messages of separatism and hate.