I'm sure you're all familiar with the "I have a dream" speech by Martin Luther King Jr. How powerful it was. How it made history, changed people, and will probably never be forgotten. Maybe you're also aware that this month is "black history month." I haven't done a lot to catch up on black history, but I did watch The Help with a friend the other night.
I'm not going to review the movie exactly, because I'm not sure how to review a movie...but I will say that it was powerful. It hurt my heart deep. I cried all the way through the whole thing because even though this was a piece of fiction it was steeped with more truth than most people ever think about. Not only did it show the horrific mistreatments on black people from white people, it showed how vile and disgusting people of all types can be--even to friends or family. The main focus of the movie is on "the help" or the black women who worked as maids/cooks/nannies to the white folks, but the side stories--of the white woman who has lost 3 babies and is hated by all the people whoa are supposed to be "friends," and the woman who works all day for little pay only to go home to an abusive husband--are just as heart-wrenching and tear-jerking as all the other injustices.
At the end of the film I decided that I hate "The Help", but I only hate it because it was so good, and because it was full of so much truth. If only I could write something like that. Something strong and emotionally heart-wrenching, something to inspire people to make a change. If I could write something that good, I'd consider myself a huge success.
I have a lot of dreams. To write and publish an amazing story is one. A big one. To live in a world where people are not judged on the color of their skin, but on the content of their character is a dream that I hope is being fulfilled more and more at present. But, it seems that no matter what difference we have or don't have, something in us humans pushes a gap, creates a difference and begs a separation. Maybe it's a lie we told or a lie we heard. Maybe it's a misunderstanding, a miscommunication. More often than not, my bet is it is a LACK of understanding and a LACK of communication. I'm proud of anyone who breaks the silence and speaks up about the hard things, the lies, the injustices rather than simply enduring through them. I hope skin color is not as much of an issue now as it was fifty years ago (even though it may still be relevant) I also have a dream that one day I'll live in a world where people are not judged on who they love, but on the content of their character.