Thursday, July 10, 2008
I've been dreaming about my family lately. All the passed on aunts, uncles, cousins, and yes my Grandma. I come from a multi-ethnic family. Soon most American families will be like mine or Obama's.
That's the America I love. A nation of nations. Anyway I'm a creole black with a chinese grandmother. This is why I never believed in race. Especially the black, white divide. It didn't seem to have anything to do with us. It just was a crazy thing that others did.
For example. I never shared the affection that many of my black friends have for Harlem or similar places. My love was, and is for Chinatown. This is where my Grandma lived, and where I was happy as a child.
'But to the Dreams. My folks seemed to be speaking to me. Letting me know I wasn't alone, and not forgotten.
These were very 'good' Dreams.