About 60 years ago, the thought of an interracial couple was laughed at. With racial tensions on the rise and the hatred of another race becoming common, those who found love in the arms of someone different from them had to be hidden. Love had to be masked behind a veil of secrecy only to be trusted to the hearts of those involved. Centuries before this time period, homosexuality was demoralized and those who chose this lifestyle were condemned and outcast in society.
So here I stand, on a foggy morning in Ocean City, Maryland. With camera in hand, I’m taking picture after picture of the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. I am taking pictures of TRUE LOVE.
I’m sure you are asking yourself what TRUE LOVE looks like. Well……As I lower my camera, my eyes are looking at a white woman with masculine tendencies but a heart of GOLD, a black woman whose aura illuminates everything around her. These TWO WOMEN embracing in love, each softly kissing the other in front of the Atlantic Ocean crashing into the sandy beaches of the East getting ready to exchange vows so they could spend the rest of their lives together.
It took years for interracial dating to be accepted and even still, it has its critics. In recent years, the debate over same sex marriage has torn this nation apart. Religion preaches that man should marry woman only. As ONE NATION UNDER GOD, this must be the part of religion focuses on. Well religion also demands that we respect one another, love one another, and more importantly we don’t judge.
Looking at this couple I realize more and more that love cannot be justified by race and it cannot be ratified on the basis of sex. Love can only be challenged by the rules of the heart. The heart decides who the heart loves and the heart ONLY.
The beauty in all of this is that as soon as this couple left the beach, no matter what the world said about them, true love would reign supreme and nothing would change about them but their marital status.
I know that when I look at TRUE LOVE, I don’t see colors and I don’t see gender. I look at the imprint that the Love I saw left on my life and boy did they give me a greater appreciation for love.
Congratulations Nancy and Tracy
Prototypical Brutha
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