The Melting Pot

The world as we have come to know it has become a blend of individuals. Society seems to resemble that famous bowl of chili and the individuals who live in it are the spices. I was asked by a young lady I was attempting to court what my mother would think about her race. This intrigued me. I was almost certain that my mothers "old country" views would disapprove, but should that affect my judgement? These idealistic views of races belong with only there race is dying quickly. Second generation families, such as myself, strongly beleive that love is just as blind as our justice system and does not see color or race. As I have indicated from my first blog, I am an advocate beleiver in truth. The truth in this matter is that when it comes to love, I am as color blind as my dog Deuce.