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Across many religions, light is associated with good and purity, while darkness is associated with evil and corruption. For example, Satan is often called the Lord of Darkness and demons are often portrayed with dark skins. Meanwhile, God is often portrayed as a brilliant white light and despite Jesus growing up in Jerusalem and likely being dark in complexion, he is often portrayed as a Caucasian man with blonde/brown hair. Even the Archangel Michael is given the appearance of a white male.

Now how does this relate to racism? In this world, we have people that have Jesus/Angels phenotypic features from movies and paintings and then we have black people that look nothing like them and more in keeping with Satan's complexion. It's not far fetch to conclude that a lot of white/fair skin people could use this to justify their racism towards black people, as well as, embolden their belief of being seen as superior and good.

In addition, by already having this warped view in your mind at a young age, you might already have biasness in place to mistrust or look for bad traits in a black person over that of a white person.

I am a very late bloomer when it relates to romantic relationships and marriage. I didn't get my first real girlfriend until I was 29. I am now 30 and will soon marry this same girl. Me and this girl are each other's first real relationship. I was her first kiss and everything. She is 27.

I will say my parents are separated. I have an estranged sister who is 29 who has also alienated my parents. My mom has been really hurt by this, and my sister is refusing to attend my wedding despite being invited. To me, snubbing me and my bride at my wedding is irreparable (this is a entirely different discussion). All in all, my immediate family has been torn apart for years now. My separated parents live different places, and my mom still lives around locally.

I am staying at my mom's boyfriend's house tonight (long story... we are evicting a troublesome, leftist, nasty old tenant at my home that rents the downstairs), and my mom walks into the room I am sleeping in and hugs me while crying. My mom is a little sad I am growing up and getting married. She is happy for me, but I think with all the family turmoil and me moving on (I am a mommy's boy), it is hard on her a little.