I have a brother thats white. His name is Nathan Taylor. He's around five foot six, but I'm pretty sure he says he's five foot eight. And I'm guessing he's around 160 pounds these days.
I'm a black male thats five foot ten 220lbs. If you were to look at us, you would quickly realize that we were not born from the same womb. But, nevertheless he is still my brother. Why? Hell, I don't know... I love the guy.
Me and him both are from the south. I was born in TN, and have since lived in Birmingham, AL for eight years. He's from a little town in GA, by the name of Rockmart.
I love the south because I'm a southern boy at heart. I love the smell of the country, I love the smell of barbecue and Jack Daniels on a Saturday morning before a SEC football game. And all in all I just love my southern heritage. There are things that I don't like, but being from the south is in my DNA. You can take a man out of the south, but you can't take the south out of the man.
Yet, the south has a dirty history of racism. Blacks faced years of prejudice with Jim Crow Laws set into place after Lincoln's Proclamation of Emancipation in 1863. The Civil Rights Movement, the riots, and police brutality led by the likes of Birmingham's Bull Connor. The South to put it mildly, hadn't always been home sweet home for its black citizens.
Through all this, I believe that our world has rapidly changed in the last 100 years. Some may beg to differ, but think about it. Fifty years ago our country was embroiled in the civil rights movement. Who would have ever imagined then that we would now have a black president?
And who would ever imagine that there would be a Condoleeza Rice, a Colin Powell, Oprah Winfrey... The list of names and faces are many, some famous and some not so famous. Many taking roles in education, healthcare, and business.
So now black america must ask itself. Does racism still exist?
If the answer to this question is yes.
Then my follow up question is, does racism impede your progress from achieving your goals and reaching your full potential?
The last question I would pose to a black audience would be...
Are you any less racist than a white person?
Back to my brother by a different mother. Its obvious that he's white. It's obvious to me that we have different perspectives and viewpoints on what life means and what race means. But, he's still family. He would be family to me regardless of his skin color. Because its his soul, its his heart and mind that I love.
Like Dr. King said, "Judge me by the content of my character, not the color of my skin." That goes for both white and black. To me, the only way black america can grow is for us to take full ownership of our shortcomings. To look in the mirror and not blame others for our failings.
Lastly, I will leave you with this thought...
In the 21st century, who's the SLAVEMASTER?
Is it a white man? Is it a black man? Or is it... the reflection of yourself in the mirror?

