June 12. This is a day that holds special meaning for me. Reading this line, I imagine that you think it must be my birthday. If so, then I’m afraid that you would be wrong. Much as I would have loved to have a June or July birthday (think epic pool parties and ice cream galore), I simply wasn’t born during the summer but instead in the coldest month of the year on a day that many associate with bad luck (the infamous Friday the 13th). June 12 is up there in the list of my top five favorite days of the year. These are the three reasons why June 12 is a special day for me.
It is her birthday
June 12 is the day that Anne Frank was born. Anne Frank was born on June 12, 1929 in Germany. She later immigrated, with her parents and older sister, to the Netherlands, where she lived quite happily for about ten years until they were forced to hide in an attic room in her father’s office building. For two years and two months until they were discovered and arrested by the Gestapo, Anne wrote in her infamous diary about life as she saw it. She wrote with abandon about her predicament as well as her hopes and dreams for the future. In doing so, she shed not only light on the monstrosity that transpired during that time, but gave hope to all even several decades after her untimely death.
But this day is particularly important because it is Anne Frank’s birthday. Ever since I first read her diary, I fell in love with the girl who was obsessed with her father, worried about her developing body, had a tumultuous relationship with her mother and found love with a sixteen year old boy in an attic. But most of all, I loved that despite all of the bad things that were happening to her simply because she was Jewish, she still managed to have faith in the goodness of humanity. Like Anne, I also believe that people are truly good deep down.
Even to this day, I still love Anne Frank. I can’t really explain why I love her so much. Part of the reason is because she was so relatable to me. Even though I never had to go into hiding from people who were bent on killing me because of my race or religion, her spirit is what attracted me to her. And it is her spirit that continues to live on. She may have died, but that will always remain immortal for as long as we remember Anne Frank.
[See also: How She Came Into My Life]
The day that interracial marriages became legal
Another reason why June 12 is so special to me is because it is the day that interracial marriages became legal. June 12 is also called Loving Day. It is named after an interracial couple (the Lovings) who wanted to get married. They even got arrested simply for wanting to be with someone of a different race. So they fought and won the right to get married. Before this historic day, it was illegal for people of different races to get married in this country.
Because of this historic fight, people are now free to marry anyone regardless of the color of their skin. I am thankful that this happened because if it hadn’t then I — as well as my children — probably would never have been born. Even though this was made legal, it still didn’t stop decades of racism and discrimination. It still didn’t stop people from being judged as being too exotic or un-American simply because of the color of their skin or the origin of their parent(s) and grandparent(s). Despite this being made into law, we are still talking about racism and how some people still face it to this day.
Laws only exist in an official capacity to say that we can or can’t do something. In order to really change, we need to be committed to being open, communicative, and non-judgmental so that future generations can stop dividing but instead see everyone as one — human beings. We all come in different colors but we are all the same. We all have the same blood and organs that keep us alive today. We all have the same capacity of emotions to feel happiness, sadness, anger, and love. We are all the same.
10 Year WordPress anniversary
And in more personal news, today apparently marks my ten years on WordPress.com. Apparently, it was today, ten years ago, in 2011, when I signed up for a WordPress.com account. I had a couple of blogs then, all of which have went wherever deleted blogs go, until I created this blog in 2016. But it is still interesting to know that I opened this account on June 12.