As I write this tonight I feel like I am going to war with a feather duster for a weapon.  When I watch the news I am overwhelmed by the damage being done to our nation under the guise of “racism.”  But I am also compelled to finish what I started –  a discussion with my other black and white blogger friends about an issue that our enemies are using to divide us as friends and as a country.  So consider this very innocent part of my black memorabilia.

First is a book shelf showing white statuary of child figures reading books.  From curiosity I counted nine of these little white figures in my room.  And I have two black children on another shelf.  The little girl holds a puppy.  I don’t know what the boy is holding.  But I have black and white,  so I guess that makes me integrated.  😀

But I am not through.  Look with me at some old playing cards like one might use playing Ole Maid.  These character cards are so cute.

Note the little black girl; she is called Honey Pie.  Is that bad; I don’t know.  But I do know a little black boy is holding watermelon is offensive.  Besides he is called Seedy Sambo.  I don’t understand the offence of little black boys liking watermelon.  Does that mean they might have stolen watermelon from the garden patch?  I don’t know but I do know I had plenty of boy cousins who made themselves at home in somebody’s watermelon patch.  Can’t get any whiter than my cousins!  As I said, I don’t connect that with color.