Polarized by Race
by Juan Antonio Cordova
From the third floor of my apartment I have a good view of the schoolyard, and can hear the laughter of the children. I'm able to see a diversify group of children.
From my window I saw the racial integration of the school. (Now thatís a plus ,depending on the beholder; remember "beauty is in the eye of the beholder").
Suddenly the word: illusion crossed gently through my mind. I ponder for a minute or so. The thought turned to just indignation as I see our children in their unblemished (yet) innocence rehearse for a few minutes around the symbol of our freedom for a lifetime of hypocrisy. I thought some more and bit my lower lip and pondered again.This pondering catapulted into this message:
America is a nation once blessed by our God.
Our flag was is well colored;red, white and blue;
The values and issues our forefathers sustained;
While we hold very dear Dr. King's exhortations;
!America, America don't miss your call;