A Matter of Color


There probably isn’t a sane person in the United States that isn’t upset over the murderous attack on white policemen in Dallas, Texas on Thursday night, July 7, at the end of a “Black Lives Matter” demonstration and rally. The march was peaceful, quietly guarded by the very same police that black leaders are espousing annihilation of. The rally was mixed with whites, blacks and other races and it was peaceful. Then the shots rang out!

Undoubtedly America was shocked as shot after shot was fired while rally attenders ran for cover, away from the directions the bullets were coming from. As these citizens ran from the fire Dallas policemen, along with those from other nearby cities, ran toward the sounds of the shots. In the end, five policemen were murdered and seven more were injured by the rampaging sniper. There wasn’t anything fair about it. It was out and out murder by a hate filled, well trained, well thought out shooter with the intent to kill and destroy white cops.

Since then, we’ve heard story after story of heroism as those who were there tell of policemen protecting them and putting themselves in the line of fire. I listened today as lovely Shetamia Taylor told of sustaining the gunshot injury to her leg. In the interview by the media, she sobbed as she praised and repeatedly thanked the policeman that covered her with his body. Shetamia is black; the policeman shielding her with his own body was white.

Shetamia told of how the police surrounded her, got her and her son into a badly shot up police car and drove her, on sparking rims, to the hospital where she received treatment and remains today. She is expected to fully recover from her injuries; the trauma is another story.

I went to the grocery store this afternoon, something I don’t normally do on Sunday but considering a terribly busy week ahead of me, I succumbed to the urge to get it done. The store was busy. As I walked up and down the isles, I wondered what we could do for our local police to encourage them and let them know we stand with them.

Without even thinking about it I stopped a black couple apologizing for the intrusion. I asked them if they knew or understood what the problem was. They didn’t. The lady, a very nice person, said she thought it went back a long, long way to before they were born. I was astonished by this answer.

I said, “No. That’s not true. I’m old enough to remember the 60s and 70s and there was a problem then but I thought it was solved, at least from my perspective. I don’t know what it is but it is more recent than that. We live in a beautiful country and we are destroying it with this crap.” They agreed. We parted cordially and went our own ways. I wasn’t sure why I stopped them other than I wanted to hear their thoughts on the issue. They were as puzzled as I am.

As I walked the isles of the store I continued to think about it. It came to me it isn’t a matter of the color of someone’s skin, it is about the color of their heart. Our hearts are supposed to be open and loving yet somewhere along the line, they have been colored by someone’s hatred and lies and now our hearts are black, dead and decaying.

This isn’t all that different than the Palestinian hatred being espoused in Israel by the PLO to innocent children. Several years ago, I sat with a child psychologist at a social gathering in Israel and we talked about “the problem” at hand, that of hatred being taught to the Palestinian children from the time they breathe their first breath. My question was, “How do we overcome this? How do we erase it?”

She said, “That’s the problem. No one knows. We’ve never been faced with this before and we don’t know how to fix it, even if there was peace today.” That was a sad thought, even peace wouldn’t stop the hatred.

What will then? Again, it is a matter of the heart. Our leaders, including President Obama, need to stop instigating hatred. They need to quit jumping to conclusions before they get all the facts. Black preachers need to start preaching love instead of hatred and white preachers need to start preaching the love of Jesus – He loved everyone and reached out to them where they were. It can only start with each person. We all have to take responsibility. We have to smile and be pleasant and reach out to the black community, even when maybe we don’t want to.

Black communities have to start cleaning up their own act, now! There isn’t time to start doing it tomorrow. They must begin teaching and showing responsibility at every level from teachers, to homes, to businesses. Men need to stay at home, marry their “girl friends” who have carried and delivered their children. Take responsibility. Be part of the solution instead of the problem

The white community – my community – has to take responsibility as well. There is so much anger and hatred in this country right now that we are as explosive as that shooter on July 7 that destroyed the lives of so many. The vitriol coming out of Washington – from the floor of Congress, the floor of the Senate and the White House – has to stop, immediately. There is no reason for it. Stop it. Put an end to all of this.

It isn’t about guns. It isn’t about black people against white people or white people against black people. It isn’t about white policemen shooting black people. It is about hatred. We are all God’s children. We have a common enemy called Islam and if we are going to survive that, then we must stand together and put a stop to this hatred and it has to stop now. We are all experiencing frustration over the current divide in America that started at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, but acting out on those frustrations won’t fix the situation. We must start acting responsibly. Be a part of the solution. Stand up and call for love. Show love. Be love.

I ask you, the reader, what is the color of your heart? Are you part of the problem or part of the solution. Is your heart red and loving or is it dying and decaying, a victim of the hatred? You can put a stop to this now, if you will. Don’t be a victim of hatred; be a vessel of love.

 

 

 

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About heartlandheartbeat

Margy Pezdirtz has been a leader in the Christian Zionist movement for over twenty-five years. She has diligently worked as an activist in the church and community to increase awareness of Israel, to teach on Judeo-Christian relationships, and to promote the cause of Israel in whatever manner deemed necessary. It is her firm belief that in order to make a difference in the church, and the world, for the cause of Israel, a solid network of like-minded people has to be established at the grass roots level.
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