Interracial Relationships

All my life, I have been told by my elders whom to love and how interracial relationships can be wrong. When I became old enough, probably about fifteen years old, I kept my opinions on this subject to myself and observed human behavior on how others were treated. I watched shows like My Wife and Kids, Moesha, and Sister, Sister.

I have never seen interracial relationship romances shown on Hallmark Channels (Mysteries, Drama, or the original). I love this channel, yet I just wish they’d had more Interracial romance though. As a teenager, I used to watch BET if I wanted a good romance.

In recent months of 2020, there have been protests between the leaders of the US, and African Americans. Truth be known, the protests in my eyes should have happened years ago. For almost 400 years there have been no equal rights for these people, and it sickens me. I think all people no matter if you’re purple, blue, black, white, gray, or any race deserves equal rights. If there is equal right, why is it an endless fight?

In America, our way of living is that all of us have rights, not just one specific race; in an ideal world this is how it should be.

We all have the right to protest, to write what we want. To believe what we want, to do what we want.

Even to love whom we want.

Now, I am not dissing any generation. But the older generation says it’s wrong to love an African American or mixed race. We all have heard it before. But I say this, how can anyone control your heart or mind?

I learned a long time ago that love is love, and no one should tell you whom to love.

With interracial relationships, the older generation tried to justify their racism. For example, you love her right? Well if you give in to this love, a couple won't suffer, the kids will.

I mean for God’s sake people it's 2020! It's not 1920, it's not 1845, it's not 1963. These kinds of relationships happen. So what! I say love who you want. The heart wants it to give in to desire. As humans, we have a high capacity for any kind of emotion.

I watched the story unfold on George Floyd, and I cried when he said, I can't breathe! Everyone in the background said dude he can't breathe though, they watched it happen. They didn't help him! I don't understand why? Cop or not you help someone who is gasping for air. When I saw this, I had never seen anything so horrid. RIP, George Floyd.

So many African Americans have lost their lives in acts of violence, leaving their families and kids behind due to death or prison. All because in this society, being different is frowned upon. I think it is despicable. But in our world, today's history is doomed to repeat itself until we as humans learn what we need to.

But our hearts don't have to learn. Our feelings of love don’t have to end. When our true love finds us, don’t let them go. We never give up on them.

I never did. And I never plan to either.

In a world where hate is welcomed, we need to remember feelings come and go. But the emotion of love never fades away.

I am a huge humanitarian, I have always believed all humans have rights. When I saw the Black Lives Matter Movement, and everything it stood for I’d have joined it. But I don't protest out there. I protest through my writing.

In this case, the pen is mightier than the sword. Figuratively speaking of course.

Also, romance and soul mates are one to me. When you love someone so much race doesn't matter, and the world doesn't either. What matters is your heart.