One day I stood before a giant globe atlas with a friend in elementary school. We liked to spin it round and round. That day, and I’m not sure why, he stopped the globe and pointed at a place. He looked at me and said with a smile, “That says nigger. That’s what my mama told me.” I squinted at the spot (I needed glasses) and then I said to him, matter of factly, “No. That says Niger. I think your mama got it wrong.” His smile faded. And then we went out to play.
One day in high school computer class (Pascal!) I sat next to a friend whom I’d known since elementary school. We were both geeky. I wore a short skirt and one of my first pair of pantyhose. I almost felt grown up. He kept rubbing my knee. I was beginning to think he might like me. I didn’t know how to giggle but I did smile at what he was doing. I guess he noticed because he said all of a sudden, “Cynthia, my mother doesn’t like black people. She wouldn’t let me bring you home.” I simply said, “Okay.” And in my mind’s eye I remembered his mother and my mother talking cordially at a parent-teacher meeting.
One day not long ago I stood in a place where I was tasked to welcome strangers. Two men walked in, one wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with a Nazi symbol and the other wore a t-shirt that said, white people are the best people. I did not feel very welcoming but to be welcoming was my job. In the end, on that day, the gentlemen and I conversed about everything except what they wore on their shirts and the color of my skin. We went our separate ways both still existing and having to live with each other in this world.
All of these things happened to me before Trump was voted in as President. I don’t blame Trump for racism, conservatism, alt-right, Breitbart and all the other ugliness in this world. I blame him for fanning the flames of hate. I hold him accountable for the blinders he chooses to wear about what he has done and his active willful ignorance about the scale of the harm he will do to this nation and the world with his cabinet choices.
He has become the President of a flawed, great nation. That nation will not fall with his presidency but it may fracture in ways not even conceived of yet. Will I hold him, Pence and others accountable? Yes! But I will also hold myself and others accountable if we do not take every opportunity, each day, no matter how seemingly small, to become better educated, informed, engaged and active world citizens.
One day …
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I don’t know what to say, but want to say something. I wish so very much this weren’t happening. The idea of “better educated, informed, engaged” – and accepting – world citizens is a hopeful thought.
Thank you Cynthia. Those are beautiful ideas and so important for us in opposition today.
I’m white and probably older than you, but my parents divorced when I was very young and my Dad, whom we stayed with during the summers, lived in another state, in a black ghetto in the 50s, where he still lives to this day. At the time, he was the only white man within a 10 mile radius. I think he identified with the children/people there, as he was abandoned as a child, but is a great father.
The point being, I grew up loving those kids, playing with them, caring for them. Something I instilled into my child. For reason’s I can’t explain, my mother and sister, are like the mother in the story you described.
I don’t know why some people are filled with hatred, bigotry.
Don’t concern yourself with negative people, don’t let their lack of consciousness or compassion consume you. It will catch up with them, sooner or later.
You are filled with such love, esp. for beauty and nature. What you send out into the world comes back to you times ten.
Love always trumps hate. Love always overcomes.
Thank you for sharing. It means a lot. Take care. 🙂
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