Pearls & Vodka

Plaid on Plaid

When I first started dating my now-husband Arron he did not have the best fashion sense. We worked at the same company and I got a message from a mutual friend one day at work that said, “Have you seen what Arron is wearing today?” I had not at that point, but I ventured out for a stroll to see. I thought for sure my eyes were deceiving me. My handsome man sat confidently at his desk on a call wearing a plaid shirt and plaid pants, neither of which matched, as if that would have made it acceptable. All I could do was laugh, and the highlight was his confusion over what was wrong with his outfit.

I fell in love with Arron Ross Asberry because he is smart, funny (though I don’t like to give him too much credit on that), he’s the kindest person I’ve ever met in my entire life, he loves and trusts Jesus with all that he has, he cares about people so deeply with no requirements on them, he would give you the shirt off his back whether he knew you or not (though it might be plaid), and his smile lights up any room.

You see we are different.

Arron is a 6’3″ cuddly, big African American man. And I’m a 5’10” (on a good day) Caucasian woman. Arron grew up in a town that doesn’t even make a dot on the map on a farm in Waldo, Arkansas. I grew up in the home of the Arkansas Razorbacks, the always growing town of Fayetteville, Arkansas. Arron is exceptionally smart in mathematics and it took me quite a few times to pass basic college algebra.

Our skin-tones do not “match.”

Though are skin-tones do not match, we were both created by the same Creator. In Heaven there was no line for the black/brown humans to be created and a separate line for the white humans to be created. The white humans were not at the front of the line and the darker skinned humans in the back of the line.

You see, we were all created equal in the eyes of God.

I’ve thought long and hard about what to say about the events in Charlottesville, Virginia over the weekend; along with the subsequent statements by President Trump.

Beth Moore, the popular Christian speaker/writer, tweeted on Saturday night, “We cannot renounce what we will not name. It’s called White Supremacy. And it is from hell. Call it. Condemn it.”

And I do, in the strongest terms possible, condemn the actions that transpired in Charlottesville on Friday/Saturday.

Though the organization may have acquired the legal permit to march through that city in what was alleged as a stand for a statue, what took place that day was a disgrace to this great nation and to the men and women who fought and died to defend the ideology of freedom against the tyranny of Nazism.

I can assure you if you defend the actions of those who marched that day chanting things like, “Jews will not replace us,” “Blood and soil,” “Whose streets? Our streets!” you are on the wrong side of history. Was there violence by both sides, yes. The Neo-Nazis were founded on the premise of a hatred for Jews, a love for Hitler and Nazi Germany and a deep hatred towards minorities, and homosexuals. White supremacists and their bigotry do not represent this country but they do anger a lot of people, and honestly, rightfully so-though violence is never the answer.

I was disgusted by the statement Donald Trump made on Saturday, focusing rather on “many sides” than calling out the hateful acts of domestic terrorism. I felt like the statements he made yesterday in NYC were deplorable, at best. His rant inside Trump Towers yesterday during a press briefing on infrastructure were a recanting of his comments on Monday when he finally condemned the KKK, Neo-Nazis and White Supremacists. Which only leaves us as Americans to assume he does not condemn them or their actions. And I truly wish I was wrong about that.

It is not a matter of semantics however, it’s a matter of what is right and wrong. This is not a political issue, it’s a moral issue.

Racism is a personal issue to me. My little boy is the biggest blessing the Lord has given to us. He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s adorable and has the best hair. All that being said, his cute little smile with big dimples reside on the face of a little boy who is biracial. He deserves all the wonderful things that life can afford him. He has his Daddy’s sweet spirit and would never be able to process someone hating him just because of his skin color, just like his Daddy.

President Trump, do the right thing.

Stop promoting the hate with your silence and wavering on taking a stand. Once and for all, condemn racism and evil acts of domestic terrorism associated with it and never look back. Do not accept the support of men like David Duke. Denounce the KKK, the Neo-Nazis, and the White Supremacists. There is a special place in hell for those who do harm and wish harm on others for their differences. There is no position in this world, President or not, that warrants accepting their support.

And to my fellow citizens, help me create a safer, more accepting, more loving country for my little boy to grow up in. Help me raise this next generation to not see differences in skin-tones as a negative, but a beautiful “non-matching” pattern created by a loving God. Condemn racism with me.

Above all, love your neighbor as yourself.

And one last thing, as a personal plea: pray for those of us who’s families “do not match.” Life can be scary sometimes, even in the greatest of nations.