HOW DID I GET LIKE THIS!

Oneta 84

A young black man, thirty-ish in age maybe, just delivered some medical stuff to me.  I remembered him from about six weeks ago when I had been at their store.  He was very helpful that day and I was going to tell him how much I appreciated his help but someone else saw me out to the car and I did not have the opportunity.

Today I remembered his name and told him how much I had appreciated his help before.  We chatted a little about Covid and I asked him if he was a Christian.  He said he was.  So I asked if he was expecting Jesus to come soon.  He said “yes.”  With a “then I will get to know you better in  the sweet by and by.” he left.

Now the problem.  Then the doubts and questions came to my mind.  Would he think I was saying those things because I am racist.  In case I might have been “surprised” that he could be that nice?  I wrote something similar a few weeks ago about my encounter with the young black man at Aldi’s.  Remember?

The same thing happens when I compliment a black girl for some special reason.

I am fed up with the wedge that has been driven into my head that tells me blacks now see me as a racist simply because I have white skin!

I would have had NONE of those kinds of thoughts a few years ago.

I’m tired of seeing myself through the current national chaos and propaganda designed to divide the country!  It is happening to me and my eyes are wide open.

I have already written some posts about Me and the Racial Issue.  So there is more to come in the next few days.  Today just gave me the motivation to jump into this subject.

In case anybody wonders, I AM NICE TO YOUNG WHITE MEN also.  AND WOMEN TOO, especially those who are working above and beyond what they have to do.  And with great attitudes to boot!   😀

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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24 Responses to HOW DID I GET LIKE THIS!

  1. I feel the same way Oneta-and I don’t like how it makes me feel

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thanks for a personal response. One reason I am being so aware of how the constant propaganda is affecting me is that it is opening my eyes to how our young people are being so deceived. Imagine having all this guilt thrown at you if you are fifteen and don’t know beans about history or your own self even.

  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    I don’t think you are a racist from what you have described. However, I don’t think much about this issue regardless of what happens to be politically correct. There are plenty of other things that I need to repent of before Jesus comes. I want to focus on what matters like fear or delusion or envy or any lack of love I might be unaware of. I pray every day for awareness of what He, and only He, wants me to repent of.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thanks, Frank, for your comment. Certainly it is a big problem to just care for our own selves, and keep clean and ready for Jesus – when he comes or when we go. But I am trying to understand what drives young privileged Americans, of any color, to go burn buildings and smash police cars. I believe many are paid to do it, but I also believe some think they are doing the noble thing. I am trying to understand from my personal standpoint.

  3. pranabaxom says:

    So you are nice to young black men and young white men also but not old ones😀. What about old brown man? Do they make the cut😀.

    Forget about all these. Just be who you are.

  4. Faye says:

    Society is what is attemptihg to screw up our minds. I went to school with Aboriginal children in this country. They were friends. Fellow soldiers in the second world were respected Aboriginal friends of my father. Life was lived without any of this racist strife that began demanding RIGHTS for displaced people. Yes and rightly so but the boots of social change gave to a new generation this desire to gain compensation for pasr injustices, In certain cases right and justified but then this idea that no one had entertained before that if you were born white and not coloured in any way you had to be racist. That in itself is a racist statement. I was taught in school and at home that beneath our skins we are All human beings. I am not a……whatever label anyone wants to put on me, I value the human life of ALL. I will not be forced by new thinking to destroy the values my parents had lived and died to protect, Nor will I allow the truth of our past to be hidden or distorted. We all must be who we are and simply respect each other, Those who want to label it anything else are the ones with the problem. Racism reared when my Aboriginal friend J Took me to the opera. All those years ago they watched ‘Othello’ on the stage labelled and looked on us sitting there as somehow different. I thought times had changed for the better, Black LIVES matter is stirring the pockets into racist dissention. Forget about it Oneta, It. is mind games in stereo. Blessings and peace to you.

  5. “Then the doubts and questions came to my mind.”

    I’m so sorry the world has gone mad, Oneta. When I have doubts or questions, I just repent. Confess them all to the Lord. Nine times out of ten He tells me I should be minding my own business, not worrying about what other people “might” be thinking. That’s a tough one if you’re someone who has some empathy and actually cares about others.

    The hardest thing of all is to try to be kind, to try to love somebody who can’t receive it. That’s what makes me so mad about what’s going on in the world right now, these divisions made people suspicious and uncomfortable, so we can’t receive one another’s love at face value.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I sincerely want to know what is lodged in my heart because I feel like all the backlash and belligerence on display in the news and on the streets is causing me to fall into some patterns of thought that I do not like. I’ll deal with details later. I’m praying like David, Lord, reveal to me secret sins. Thanks for you sweet encouragement. I think I will “stew” for a couple days then be back on this subject. Maybe something more fun tomorrow. 😀

  6. Yes. Me too. Everything you said here, Oneta.

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  8. Honestly, the fact that one has to constantly mind not only the words we utter but also our perception of others these days is getting almost tiresome. I find myself having to check my thoughts and preconceived bias which creeps into my heart based on all the negative air that has pervaded the society.

    • oneta hayes says:

      That is exactly why I got on this kick, resulting in the series. It is time we “common” folks quit letting the propaganda and big-time blow-offs divide us. You have written words I wish I could have written. They say exactly what I want to say.

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