Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Who am I, really?


I started reading the book "The Help" yesterday.  Set in the early 1960's, it is a remarkable look at the separation of white and black people in Mississippi.  I've already discovered how clueless I was about segregation, integration and the civil rights movement.  Previous depictions of brutal slave owners and post Civil War vicious white employers made it easy to characterize them as evil or heartless, one dimensional people - not like me.  In this book, the conversations between black maid and white employer or white women in front of or within earshot of black maids bring home the segregation and intimidation better than anything I have seen and read to this point.   And make it personal and probable to identify with both sides, it could be me.

Sometimes my ability to miss or dismiss big issues amazes me.   My tendency is to ignore, dismiss or worse, agree with the masses.  I think about the roundup of Jews in Europe and wonder what I would think, and what would I do.  After all, I am 100% German, but what does that mean?  Would I have sided with Adolf? {shiver}  Had I been raised in the south, would I have participated in slavery?  I hate these questions because I'm afraid of the answers. 

I try and be a "good person" and live a Christian life.  Daily, I surprise and disappoint myself with the good and not so good.  But these questions and others like them do disturb me.  Who am I, really?




1 comment:

Dave said...

You are a beautiful person Linda. You have courage to open yourself and accept you weakness. You are a model of following Christ. This life is not about being perfect- its about using our imperfections to point to the grace of our Creator and Savior. Thank you for this post- its wonderful.