not a racist

i was listening (playing on the computer) to the comedy channel this morning and heard a funny comedian saying that one day soon we'll all be related to a mexican.  it reminded me of a funny family story that i might have blogged about before but i'm going to do it again anyway.

my husband was the furthest thing from a racist that could ever be, always accepting people on their own merit rather than a pre-conceived prejudice.  so then shelley left home to work as a nurse in texas and dennis jokingly told her not to come back home with anyone named juan.  that was in reference to the large number of mexicans who live in texas.  in truth, dennis would have welcomed a mexican or a zimbabwean into the family as long as they were a good person.  

not long after shelley arrived in texas she met and fell in love with her soon-to-be husband, john.  john's family is cuban and his legal name is juan.  we've had a lot of laughs about this over the years but i'm so happy that john got to have a long, loving and close relationship with dennis and that he knows without doubt that dennis made the remark as a joke.

i love john and his relatives and i love the diversity of culture  i've learned from them.  one thing, though...his whole family is just so darned good looking that it sometimes makes me feel drab in comparison.  then we have so much fun together that i forget about being the beast with all those beauties.

back to being a racist...anyone who chooses their friends or family based on skin color or ethnicity is stupid.  make your choices based on personality because that's all that counts.