Can you believe how easy it is to create a blog? I know you have all been waiting for the wonderful and pleasing Carters to post all sorts of inside gossip and juice. So we are ready, willing and able, mainly because of pressure from El Madre.
For now, Happy New Year and we will get cracking with crackling wit and mind bending photographs post haste.
I wonder who posted this? Could it be my original daughter, know for her flair-ness and esprit de corps? I am hoping all you Carters will post something on here. I have to figure out photos and such because a blase blog is like having a blog on the negative side of the number line. If you have a dandy blog, you really should re-name it as something else, like a blithe. Blithe is so much dancier than blog. Your thoughts?
ReplyDeleteOver two years have passed. I guess no one from the Carter familia took the bait. So, it is now officially MY blog...Holly has her own, by the way.
ReplyDeleteI read an article about the LDS church doing some kind of thing focusing on explaining the restricted priesthood/ membership pre 1978.
My thoughts. I am leery of anyone who says they are not a racist. We are all racists if you are looking at people who have a certain stereotype in their heads when exposed to someone who doesn't look the same as them. I remember being a very young child growing up in the very, let us say, sterile community of Lafayette, California, and seeing my first black person. I don't know what I said, but I do know my momma shushed me. I guess you could call me a three year old racist.
In church the other day one of my four year olds noticed someone sitting in front of her and told her she was "big". Well, she was big. The person said, I know. I guess she is a racist or something similar. A bodyshape-ist or some such term.
We are all weak and mortal mounds of flesh, no matter what your fleshly aptitude is or isn't. We are stupid. We aren't too bright. We experience fear pretty easily. We tell ourselves life is hard. This is on a day when we forget to look at pansies or a candy bar.
I don't know what the church really did or didn't do or thought because of that restriction pre 1978. I do know Rush Limbaugh commented on Danica Patrick's crash in the Daytona, saying"what can you expect from a woman driver." Just sayin'.
To me, my thought, or rightish feeling about the whole thing is that pre 1978 there were a ton of racists around. Like 6 billion or so. And a lot of churches didn't allow black people in, or other races. Maybe black people didn't allow white people in their churches on occasion. I haven't seen too many gospel choirs out of the deep south with pale brothas and sistas. I am sure my experience is very narrow, although I just love "Oh Happy Day". it might be my favorite song of all time. Except that version one lady on the Diva cd did. no comment on her.
The LDS church needed to grow. That is the root of its focus. Get the message out quickly. Hence plural marriage in the form it was supposed to take. Taking care of a bunch of single or widowed ladies who weren't allowed to have careers or lives, for that matter, in the world at that time. And growing the church.
So I don't think the church would grow quickly while stumbling around everyone's racist attitudes about who they want to sit by in church on Sunday and if you can take the sacrament from a black child passing it. That goes for all churches and the subset of people in between in no church. I personally believe most of the LDS prophets just plain didn't want black people in the church. Joseph Smith wasn't one of them. In the Book of Mormon it states God sees everyone as equal, bond and free, black and white, etc. Maybe there is some kind of explanation that is different, but I just think the church had to grow and white people like white people. All races seem to favor their own race. Why 1978? I guess our Heavenly Father sighed and said, it's as good a time as any for those fools on my earth. He'd been waiting too, since 1830 when the church was organized, for people to change. But I don't think he held his breath.
I like to think people are just people and when you bring up race you bring up stuff that takes sometimes whole lives to try to figure out. And it's such a waste of time. Just look at someone as your brother and sister. Period. Why is that so hard? Love you more than mustard and grits.
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