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Music vs. Racism

This is fantastic. I'd love to shake this guy's hand--and hear him play, too. I'm planning on buying his book. It's available here: Invalid Link Removed
 
Wow! Very cool story.

One of the things that draws me to music so much is the lack of racism. Of course, I'm not saying it doesn't exist at all. But it (in my experience) is the only place where a black guy or a white guy is known as "the bass player" or "the keys player" or "the singer". Race never enters the conversation. One of my favorite bands to work with plays a WIDE variety of music. We play dirty funk music with a white guy on bass and drums, and then turn around the do country and southern rock with a black guitar player and singer. The guitarist and I have been friends for well over a decade. Once we size up the crowd and see if we can get away with it, he and I crack a few jokes about it on the mic between songs. The kooks on peoples' faces are priceless! We actually had one table during a set break convinced we were twin brothers. (I had a fake ID made with his last name.) Good times.

None of this is nearly as important as Daryl's work and approach (what an enlightened guy with a gift). But it's fun to discuss none the less.
 
Great story! My mother raised not to judge others based on race. Also, in my hometown, once you hit 6th grade, everyone went to the same school. But here's a story that really cemented my views:

We had just moved to a new town and I was a freshman in high school. I saw a flyer at school about a dance at the local junior college. Because I didn't know anyone, I decided that would be a great way to meet people.

My mom dropped me off and I went inside. As soon as I looked around, I realized that there were exactly two white people in the room: a girl and me. Knowing my mom wouldn't be picking me up for at least three hours, I started looking for anyone I knew. Suddenly I hear "Hey, Steve! How you doin'?" A guy in my P.E. class named Kenny had recognized me. "Man, we gotta find you some women to dance with! Let's go!" It turned out that I had a great time and met some fun people (and learned some great dance moves!). People are people.
 
Not sure if this is against the rules (hope not). But I'm going to send this story back up to the top so hopefully more can enjoy it. I think everyone should get to read it. Very positive and uplifting.
 
I realized a long time ago the true value of being raised in the Army. both sides of my family are (mostly) from Alabama and those who were born and raised here are typical crackers, afraid of blacks but only because of the steady stream of misinformation they've been fed their whole lives.

Of course the part of my family that moved up north to Michigan are also typical crackers because they took that misinformation with them and sought out those living under the same misconceptions.

I once asked my high falutin, important church man uncle how it worked out that it was OK to hate someone for no other reason than the package the good lord put them in.

He told me questions like that were why he was sure I was hell bound.
 
Wow, great article. I love this quote:
"Invite your enemy to talk. Give them a platform to talk because then they will reciprocate. Invite your enemies to sit down and join you. You never know; some small thing you say might give them food for thought, and you will learn from them. Establish dialogue. It’s when the talking stops that the ground becomes fertile for fighting."
If I let people talk and listen I might learn something about them that can open doors to more conversation.
 
I realized a long time ago the true value of being raised in the Army. both sides of my family are (mostly) from Alabama and those who were born and raised here are typical crackers, afraid of blacks but only because of the steady stream of misinformation they've been fed their whole lives.

Of course the part of my family that moved up north to Michigan are also typical crackers because they took that misinformation with them and sought out those living under the same misconceptions.

I once asked my high falutin, important church man uncle how it worked out that it was OK to hate someone for no other reason than the package the good lord put them in.

He told me questions like that were why he was sure I was hell bound.

Sounds like it's time for a new church.
 
First, Great Article. This is a man who walks the walk and obviously is sincere about doing something to end racisim. Those who seek to use racism to generate income should take note.

Great story. Thank you for posting the link.

It makes me sad to see people wasting so much energy hating others because they are a different color.

-Mike

And the flipside of that coin is this: "If the biggest thing you have to be proud of is is the color of your skin, you really should go out and accomplish something that you actually have something to do with that you can be proud of.

Skin color is an accident of birth, not an accomplishment.

Empirical you of course. I'm not addressing this towards you MJ5150, or anyone else here.
 

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