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.

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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  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    We all need to be as color blind as you are, sweet Oneta❤️

  2. Faye says:

    We all know who is the Deceiver behind all this anachy. sweeping the world in the pandemic.Race has very little to do with any of it. IT’s anti-everything and most of the ‘stirrers’ are not who they claim to be. I must have been born colour-blind I’ve spent my whole life among differences. It’s the human hearts that are all intrinsically evil. Thank you for blog.

  3. April says:

    Thank you for such a wonderful post.

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