I have learned a lot in this decade. When I worked in the Tea Party Movement, I was called a racist and a liar among the nicer things. I consider my self a 'redneck hippie'. Yep, I am set in my southern root ways yet I like very few aspects of being a hippies. But then came trouble one day in 2007.
My mother called me and told me that my little sister was getting married. I said, WHAT? I didn't know she was dating. Who is this punk?
He is from Kenya.
Kenya? My sister wants to marry a Kenyan? Nope, I do not condone this!
It is not up to you anymore, she said.
A Kenyan. Does he even know English? Is he a good man. How are my sister and him supposed to get over the 'no no' of mixed marriages? So I met him. I wanted to make sure I didn't like him.
Let me explain something. The guys I hang around, when we all get together, we make fun of each other. I call one fat, one says I have a small... well he is wrong anyway. We just make fun of each other as a sign of love. That is what dudes do in this society. There is no way he will be able to mix in with us.
I was wrong. I once took him golfing with two other buddies. He had never been. I had to show him how to hold the golf club. I was thinking this was a mistake. I was right. With the three other guys golfing for years, he was the one that made swinging a club look ugly but golfed the best. He would tee up and hit the ball down the fairway and then look at us like he wondered why it was such a hard game.
Another thing, I joke with him. I make fun of him because he id from Africa, but he can dish it right back at me. It is like I have known him for years.
Another thing, he works his a** off. He pays taxes, he can't vote because he is not a citizen YET. When he becomes an American, our country will gain an invaluable asset. He treats my sister with respect. I would not want anyone else with her. I love him like a brother and would do anything for him because I know he would do the same.
Finally, the family got together for Christmas. Lil bit loves to go to her Uncle. I know lil bit. She does not see him as a Kenyan, but she has a gift that she can tell when a person's soul is good. That is why she loves her Uncle. Because he is good to his core.
We have lost our way in this country. Now it is up to him to show us the way back to who we were. We take freedom and peace and prosperity for granted. He does not. It makes me think that he is the model of a TRUE American, but much more a TRUE man. I met his parents and I know why he is like he is. There is nobody I am more proud of to call a BROTHER than this Kenyan I didn't know 2 years ago. God has blessed us with his presence.
Monday, December 21, 2009
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