I have posted it previously so now it is a blog. Many do not know that my mother was Jewish. And some do not know that some of my family died in concentration camps or that my Great Uncle came up from Brazil, because their daughter had an eye infection and they would not let them off on Ellis Island so they went to South America. My Great Grandfather sent money for medicine, and money to bring them back to Ellis Island. Or some do not know the fear was so deep that they became Christians so their children would not have the burden that they carried. Or, that my Great Aunt had numbers tatooed on her arm. My ancestors were slaves, millions were killed over the centuries and some still live in the Holy land with fear everyday of their lives. I could say, we just don't fit anywhere. I could complain that we are called all sorts of names, I have heard them in both German, Yiddish and English. I could tell about my Grandfather holding a tea pot on a boat at 4 years old, and people dying on that ship. And he never left the State only when my brother died. I could tell you he was a dirt farmer and his wife saved every penny during the depression so their children could go to college. Or that my grandmother could not vote until she was much older, or that she wanted to work in a professional job but it was not fit for a woman. We all have stories of discrimination, we all have hurts, we all have hopes. We are one people, you and I. There are more stories of Asians, Indians, Hispanics and the list goes on. But one thing we have together, we are Americans.

I see the written word and I have heard the voices of racism, and I think I know it a little about it. I don't call out your a racist because someone might not agree with me on this blog. Calling me a racist pains me, and some have. We are Americans, and I have freedom of speech, if they do not like my ideas - they can't see me on a blog, over the wave of these words. They do not know I am of Jewish descent. I never to them you hate because I am a Jew. You wont do this because I am a Jew.

I have been called a racist, when in the blog it had nothing to do with race. My best friend is Black, and even in her race she will be treated badly because her skin is darker than most. I really do not understand it at all, it is so narrow, so small.

My feeling is we can be purple, green, yellow or blue, and the reality is about being an American. The whole beautiful mix of DNA and colors. We are like a painting and we need all the colors to belong together.

When are we all going to stop focusing on the color of our skin? That is my question, that is my hope. I find racists in every color and it makes my heart break.