Sometimes, there are days when the universe tilts in your favor. Days when everything is affirmed for you. Days when it is proven that you are doing something right.
Today was one of those days.
Today came at a perfect time, too, considering an argument that arose earlier this week on Facebook.
A few days ago, my oldest sister wrote a post on her Facebook page asking how to handle someone who argued that White people should be stolen from and attacked because their ancestors enslaved Blacks.
After pounding my head a few times at the ignorance and audacity of some people, I felt the need to speak my mind. There was a lot that was said, but I basically maintained that a “thug” mentality would only perpetuate stereotypes, which would then make it worse for her children who are mixed. I also mentioned that every race has been enslaved at some point throughout history, that it is an evil and vile part of our history, but that using it as an excuse to justify criminal acts negates the work of civil rights leaders completely.
There was much more to the conversation, and eventually someone decided to personally attack my right to argue the point (multiple someones, actually).
One person in particular took a look at my profile picture and reviewed my comments before he decided that we were on different planets.
I was the person holding him back.
I was the person who watched while he and his people struggled.
I was the person to waste my money while people like him need help.
I was the one who only knew good things in life.
In this man’s mind, I was automatically the enemy.
That’s fine. Taking a look at my picture, I can see why he’d think that. I was smiling with curled and braided hair. My Facebook had some inspirational posts on it. My words were educated and proper. Who could blame him for believing a stereotype? But he was friends with my sister and didn’t realize that we are related.
He said that he would steal from any race and hated the world. My response was that his attitude wouldn’t get him anywhere. Apparently, this was secret code for “I hate Black men” (I do not, by the way). I argued that hard work brings you good things in life, and that a crappy attitude will only bring on bad karma.
This response did not appease him.
Now, there are a lot of things that I will just allow be said. There are a lot of things that I just brush away. However, I will not ever let someone give credit for everything I have in my life to anyone other than my husband and I. We have pulled ourselves up by our teeth from poverty. We have sacrificed time and again, made the hard choices, and went without. And this is something that we have both done our entire lives because our families were poor, too.
So when my sister responded to him and properly notified him of our hard upbringing and our incredibly strong single mother, he took back his words. He said that we were like him. He shared a picture of a forearm tattoo that read “struggle”. He even tried to ‘friend’ me on Facebook. I never answered it, but not because I begrudge him. I really just don’t like having strangers on my feed.
The entire situation really humbled me, though. It made me realize how far we have come.
We started out at 17 years old, with a baby on the way, living with family, and working minimum wage jobs. We lived on welfare. We sacrificed continuously. We were stolen from. We hit rock bottom. We climbed back up. Most importantly, we did not settle for ‘barely making it’.
Everything we have, really, is because of Will’s killer ambition. The man has a vision for how he wants his life to be, and he does not sway.
And today, well today we were pre-approved to get a new vehicle. We were offered a new credit card. We were given options.
Driving home, we discussed how much extra money we had to finish Christmas shopping. We were both a little giddy over the fact that there is extra money at all.
These things probably seem so simple. They are mundane and normal, which is something that I do not usually subscribe to.
They are also signs that we are doing something right. They are signs that working our asses off is paying off.
And that, well that is a beautiful thing.