Ok, instead of flooding the thread with play-by-play replies to everyone, I shall regurgitate now.
Nightlion, I get what you are saying. And on the surface, it does appear that Mormonism is all-inclusive. I remember a manual that had a little speech on the back of it saying something to the effect of all the religions of the earth being in existence by God's ordained purpose. Back in my early days of feeling like I was something icky in comparison to my TBM counterparts, this comforted me.
You know, the first thing that I told the Elders who knocked on my door was that I had a problem with racism. At that time, I was not talking about white people. Being a light-skinned black person sucks. Peola
is a term that has been tacked to me all my life, simply because I wanted more out of life than what my family presented me with. I didn't want to help perpetuate the stereotypes (and we are the reason why they're there, I will admit), so that meant I was uppity. Churches were the worst, because firstly, if you weren't a member of the club that was a knock against you (try being an invalid, like I am now...you'd think I run a brothel...sh**, at least we'd have money), and if you were the only light-skinned person in a room full of brown people, well you were shot.
The Elders told me that such behavior didn't exist, and in a way they were right, because out of my singles ward of 500, at any given time, there were no more than 5 black people. Their words didn't prepare me for the dreams that I lost.
Still, what you speak of is present in Evangelical Christianity as a whole now. I've been sick for years, and between not being able to make it to church physically (we have an online stream), and being liberal, the smiling ostracism is lovely.
Bond...James Bond. It's good to see you are still around.
How are ya, darlin?
Lizzie, it's good to be back! I'm not sure how much I will have to contribute, but hey, it's nice to talk to folks. I'm seeing now that I've missed my old friends on here.
Shades my friend, I accept my sister's words as 100% valid, because she was the one who pulled me aside as I began drowning in my cognative dissonance. I had a friend who tried to warn me about my innocence in the beginning, but when you go from being a complete outcast to having folks actually be nice to you (and tell you that God sees value in you, no less), you devour that without asking questions. When I started questioning the cultural aspect, that's when the issues started. Since I'm not a Bible literalist, it didn't bother me that I was not a Book of Mormon literalist either. I was prepared to remain that, so long as I could be accepted as a person. Well, we know what happened there.
It's just that when my sister points something out, and she gets crudded on by a TBM my palms start itching, because I want to melt my keyboard with the book I would write asking this person if they were born after 1978 (the answer is no in just about all cases), and if they are seriously that blind, not to question the whole skin-color issue in the Book of Mormon, the lack of African American members, despite claims of being so diverse and inclusive (the only AA men that I met were Darius Gray, and one dude old enough to be my dad who wanted to breed me). I guess this issue is the one issue that has still stuck with me.
And it's not just Mormons. My in-laws assume that I'm the devil just because wife #1 is black. Hersheys and Godiva are not the same thing. You buy me at the mall, you buy her at Rite Aid. Why they can't see that, I don't know. Who doesn't like chocolate? Their son loves it.
It just bugs me to see all these people who claim to be her friend, who claim to love her, and yet they shut her down on this issue every single time. She is their token black friend, the person they bring up every time their racism is pointed out. That person they really know nothing about, who they would shun if they did. And I just don't like seeing her treated the way she is.
BC, I meant to say "his wife first" as in his wife instead. Some of my black female friends were accused of rejecting African men simply because they were; that we were too ignorant to learn about their culture. And while our cultures are vastly different, I have and have had family from "the Motherland", so such a thing doesn't bother me. I couldn't see myself eating Fufu, but I hate soul food...so it's even.
Hey Mok! If there is one good reason to be on here more, it's to talk to you. Steven is a hellion and a handful. I can ship him to you any time you like.
Liz, your last post, I want to reply to individually.