As a Black Southern person (yes I do consider myself to be "Black" first then "Southern"), I love talking about race because so many people try to avoid it like there is no such thing as "race" or that people are "color blind". I know for a fact that people who were not born "color blind" can indeed see the color of my skin whether they claim to care about the color or not.
It's funny to me when people believe that racism is dead. Ever since I was a kid my father taught me that people may mistreat us, or treat us differently, of our skin. I've seen this to be true from the classroom to the board room. Not just towards African Americans but to other people of color.
When thinking about the ugliness of racism I have to remember God's grace, mercy, and ministry of reconciliation. It is because of Jesus that any of us can experience these treasures from the Lord and overcome the sin around us.
For discussions of race from a Christian perspective, check out The Crocker Chronicles, a great blog that explores the topic at length.
Later days! And Happy Memorial Day!