I watched “Mandala: Long Walk to Freedom” last night on Netflix and although it’s a bit late to be apologizing, I felt immense remorse for the way we (the white people of this nation) had, and still do in many parts of the world treat African Americans. It’s not like I never felt this remorse before. It’s because I just saw the film and woke up this morning wanting to create a T-Shirt that said, “I’m Sorry.” And if anyone asked what the T-Shirt meant, I would say, it means: I want to apologize for every white person who had ever caused an African American harm. I want to say, “I’m sorry” for the bullets, and the spraying, the hateful words, the persecution and the humiliation that white people blasted them with.
Perhaps this comes from my Detroit roots and how during the riots in the 60’s I wanted to join my African American friends who had protected me in grade school, who were my ally’s when I was bullied for having frizzy hair or a big nose (that I immediately had surgery on the minute I turned 16). I wanted to burn down the stores and the places where they were treated unfairly. And I probably would have, had my parents not locked me in my room. It was probably a good thing they did.
And while I’m on this rant, I’d like to apologize to all the gay men and women, the LGBT’s, and anyone and everyone who has suffered from the ignorance of prejudice.
Just wanted to get this out there – while my heart felt the pressure.
Love does not mean you don’t have to say you’re sorry. It means, you do.