I've been dreaming about my family lately. All the passed on aunts, uncles, cousins, and yes my Grandma. I come from a multi-ethnic family. Soon most American families will be like mine or Obama's.
That's the America I love. A Nation of Nations. Anyway I'm a Creole Black with a Chinese grandmother. This is why I never believed in race. Especially the Black, White divide. It didn't seem to have anything to do with us. It just was a crazy thing that others did.
For example. I never shared the affection that many of my Black friends have for Harlem or similar places. My love was, and is for Chinatown. This is where my Grandma lived, and where I was happy as a child.
As for the colors of people. Well given my family which came in every color from ivory White to interstellar Black. As a child I truly believed that when a mommy had a baby it could be 'any' color. I thought that was how it worked for everyone.
It certainly seemed to be the way it worked for us.
'But to the Dreams. My folks seemed to be speaking to me. Letting me know I wasn't alone, and not forgotten. Your family never forgets you. Be they in their bodies or not. You're part of them.
These were very 'good' Dreams.
Stay Tuned.
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