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Love won in 1967. The U.S. Supreme Court struck down laws prohibiting interracial marriage in the Virginia v. Loving case. Chief Justice Earl Warren delivered the opinion for the court, which included the specific naming of the problem:
“The fact that Virginia prohibits only interracial marriages involving white persons demonstrates that the racial classifications must stand on their own justification, as measures designed to maintain White Supremacy.11 We have consistently denied the constitutionality of measures which restrict the rights of citizens on account of race.” [Full statement here.]
To name the problem is critical to establishing change, for you cannot change what you do not acknowledge. It also leaves people off the hook for taking responsibility for their behavior and jeopardizes the opportunity of a person experiencing the transformative power of remorse, reform, and amends that comes from a soul’s wake-up call.
White supremacy frightens me. Racism frightens me. Its toxic effects are as powerful as a nuclear bomb and as sinister as an invisible biological agent. It chokes the life from the living and deeply scars the survivors. Living in fear and in a constant threat of racism (some visible, many invisible) leaves the body’s defense system on high alert. The constant hypervigilant state taxes the adrenals and overall body’s functioning, which causes multiple diseases at younger ages and overall decreased lifespans. This disparity is the bullet that kills.
I do not understand why people hate, kill, and try to demarcate “others” as inferior. The saddest thing is that people who express these energies are incapable of feeling true love, empathy, compassion, and genuine gratitude. The spirit of genuine love is healing beyond all measure and enables more satisfying experiences. The courage to love and feel one’s heart—no matter what is aimed at you—is the real triumph of life.
Fifty-three years ago, love won. This date is now celebrated as Loving Day. How amazingly powerful and profound.
I am a product of a mixed-marriage. I am also part German and part Jewish. My ancestry is filled with a number of scandalous marriages of people who should have been enemies but fell in love (some were disowned as a consequence) and then had children. Unfortunately, I know what it is like to be rejected by a grandparent and family because they perceived us as less-than. My mother taught me to love and to forgive and to have compassion for everyone. She spent her life fighting for equal rights and, unfortunately, died young. The battle in the world seemed to play out in the battle of disease against her body. While her body gave out, like a lighthouse shining across a raging sea in a fierce storm, the radiating love in her heart—and soul—has never stopped shining.
As the world faces new battles and a continuing storm of systematic oppression fueled by the hate of overt and covert racism, white supremacy, and whatever deeply wounded unconscious projections are getting hurled out onto others, may love continue to win. As Nietzche said, “Beware when fighting the monsters that you do not become one.” Thank you to Mr. Richard & Mrs. Mildred Loving for bravely showing the world to fight for love amidst ignorance and hate.
