Teshima Walker here.
Raise your hands high if you think President Barack Obama is glad his meeting with Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates, and Cambridge Sgt. James Crowley is over.
Yeah, I'm throwing my hands up, too.
But, I've learned a few things about myself. I haven't invited anyone outside of my race/ethnicity into my home. What's up with that? I'm not going to lie. I don't think about it. I've gone to other folks homes. I had a wonderful time. I always bring something to drink or some flowers. But, I've never said to Luis, the planning editor for Tell Me More. He's Cuban. "Hey Luis, you, the wife and kids want to come by for some catfish, mustard greens and cornbread?"
I grew up on the south side of Chicago in a segregated community. My parents kept my sister and I very close to them. We didn't have friends coming by our apartment to hang out and no sleep-overs. In other words, I didn't develop an urge or inclination to entertain others. But, I never turn down an invitation to go into someone's home, sit, eat, drink and talk.
Who else is wasting an opportunity to invite good people into their homes. And, Baby, I've learned that before you can have difficult conversations about race, class, gender, you know the hard topics - you've got to like the person you're talking to ... alot.
Anyway, I went to my Facebook page and said the following to my people: "President Obama isn't the only one opening his house up for a conversation about race and reconciliation today. Or, is he? When is the last time you had someone of another race or culture in your home? Did you talk about race? Was it awkward? How awkward was it? What kind of beer did you serve?"
The comments were interesting, funny and some made me scratch my head and say - what in the world? Here's what I've learned:
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