by Adiaha Ruane
Today is we celebrate St. Patrick who drove the snakes out of Ireland. This is of particular importance to my daughter who is Irish-American of the Black kind. She is literally Black-Irish. Yes it is witty and funny but also very real.
It may seem that I am a bit obsessed with race and truly I am, but not because I dislike any group of people, but because I love them all, two in particular, African-Americans and Irish. I fell forced to deal with the subject for the sake of both my children, but especially for oldest beauty, Alana. She has a mixed bag so to speak and I want her to deal with it effectively without prejudice (especially against herself) and with love. Beautiful, intelligent and friendly I really desire for her to be able to be who she wants to be without negativity from other who don’t understand or agree with her perception of self.
I don’t have any answers, except love. There are so many potential pits and I worry. Deep in my heart I know that love will make a way for her to be a healthy, whole, satient being. Love is the answer to all the unasked questions.
