It might feel like a good thing to wish that this was all over and that nobody would get hurt and that property wouldn't be vandalized, stolen, or burned; but it doesn't feel right - knowing that nothing will change until shit gets uncomfortable or inconvenient enough for those of us who don't seem to be willing to do the right thing until it affects us directly.
Last night I went to the movies with a 69 year old activist, feminist woman whom I met through my local Democratic club. She's been protesting since the 1960s, her son served on active duty in the Army in Iraq, and she'd suggested we go see Loving at the cheap theater near her house. I… Continue reading Thoughts on “morality”
I remember the first time I became aware of her. I was sent to her classroom with a note from another teacher. I'd stepped in just as she was quieting down her students after some sort of disruption, and she turned her head as I opened the door with her big, almost accusatory eyes piercing… Continue reading Ms. Hardy’s 6th Grade Class
I'm angry. I'm angry, and it's not just because recent events have exposed my complacency with an imbalanced system because I was under the impression that "things will get better." I mean, that makes me angry. It makes me angry to have been so wrong. It means I was believing lies and avoiding truths. There… Continue reading Angry White Woman
I heard a quote yesterday during a conference. The key note speaker called it out as his favorite quote. We "comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable." I just saw a friend on twitter lament over a post on facebook asking "why does everything have to be about race?" And...yeah. Because it is. But it's… Continue reading Afflicting the Comfortable
When I get pulled over for a traffic violation, I usually know exactly what I did and I'm not too concerned about my physical safety. I have the privilege to be annoyed, rather than frightened.