I wasn’t going to say anything. But it’s been eating at me all week.
I was minding my own internet business. Reading through the blogs in my google reader. Well, some of them. I subscribe to way too many and am about to Mark All As Read, I tell you.
There’s a blog I read every American Idol season, that has snarky yet slightly entertaining recaps. And I was sad to see a most hateful not-funny line about Karen Rodriguez, the “sings in Spanish,” Mexican-American contestant.
Look, I wasn’t shocked she didn’t continue in the contest. She is talented, but she was not the cream of this season’s crop. And she mixed in Spanish lyrics into the songs she sang, if not singing entire songs in Spanish. Maybe not the “mainstream” type of singing that gets the votes on this show.
But to see this blogger publish a post saying that, rather than becoming a recording artist, she would be “cleaning hotel rooms?”
I was offended. I was saddened. I was pissed.
Will remarks like this ever stop? This is 2011, right? The age of “political correctness?”
I’m raising four Latina girls. Girls who will become strong Latina women. I have hopes for them to attend college. To make a place in this world for themselves. To aim high. To know that the humble beginnings of their great grandparents gave them the opportunities to be whatever they aspire to.
My hope is that they NEVER hear anyone tell them that they have no hope of achieving their goal. That this blogger and people like him open their eyes and learn to treat their fellow humans with respect.
My hope is that my children know that words are powerful. And that they never use them to tear down others.
My hope is that my children live a life they love. Whatever it is they decide to do.
My intention is not to start a fight with anyone. But to take the opportunity in my own space to make a declaration. There is no place for hate in my world.
Love above all.