When our colors are divided, we fall.
A white piece of paper has nothing to say. A white screen has nothing to offer. It is only when the color of the text creates letters strung into words, strung into paragraphs, strung into ideas that we have the opportunity to ponder the words, to expose ourselves to new ideas, to take from those concepts that which we deem helpful to better ourselves, our lives, and the lives of those around us.
I am not a red person. I am not a blue person. I am a red, white, and blue person. Within me is a fusion of thoughts and opinions that defies the narrow definition of political affiliations.
My state is not a red state. My state is not a blue state. My state is a red, white, and blue state. Within it is a fusion of people with different skin colors, spiritual beliefs, thoughts and opinions that defies the narrow definition of political affiliations.
I have found in my lifetime that whenever outside forces define me by color it is to my detriment. They are doing so to divide. They are doing so to conquer.
When we succumb to a single color we miss out on the opportunity to grow. A single color may dazzle but it also isolates. It does not communicate new concepts. It does not open up paths to progress. It is only when it is combined with other colors, to blend, sparkle, and astonish can it proffer hope and inspiration.
When our colors are united we stand. When our colors are divided we fall.
I have made a donation to Black Lives Matter in honor of my mother so those who share her beloved Christian values of compassion and kindness, of right and wrong will be able to do the work she no longer can.