Thanks. The ship of state requires a lot of space and time in which to turn. Let’s be gentle but consistent with ourselves and others in applying the rudder.
In no way do I mean to minimize all your well said poignant points, but the answer is actually pretty simple, do not vote for Trump, or any Republican in November, or else we are definitely in for a reset, too scary to think about.
After that it is not so simple, but we have a chance, we just move forward. baby steps, slogging, two steps forward and one step back Making things better in small increments, at the same time keeping everything running.. Keep working on moving through the maze that is progress. Nothing is ever done or complete. Not sexy, not easy, but wonderfully satisfying.
Reading this reminds me of my 6th grade experience. My teacher was expected to teach us art and confessed he wasn't confident in his ability. He excelled at this task because we learned origami and haiku. His family was incarcerated. https://www.archives.gov/education/lessons/japanese-relocation#background
Thus began my second experience of America being "great." The first was when I was seven. We stayed with my mom's sister in Brooklyn. They were well off and had a housekeeper. Down in the laundry, for the first time (I was from Montana and very white) I met folks who were black. I smiled at them, fascinated with how they looked. They smiled back but the housekeeper drug me away.
I told my Mom about this and she told me to not worry about the housekeeper and that people just came in different colors. Such is life. Mom was a gift and I miss her and Dad. ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks for sharing that experience. Growing up in rural, eastern NC, there were Black folks everywhere so I was immersed in a semi-integrated culture from birth. Semi, meaning, Jim Crow laws dictated where Black folks could use bathrooms and water fountains, eat at restaurants, go to school and church, etc., but we were all certainly mingling at some level.
It sounds like your mom and dad were inspirational people from whom you learned a lot.
Excellent Think Piece. Many great points made. How the heck do we get things to take a better direction?
Thanks. The ship of state requires a lot of space and time in which to turn. Let’s be gentle but consistent with ourselves and others in applying the rudder.
Maybe we'll have to vote for you :-)
Thanks. I have no skeletons in my closet but no political aspirations either.
All good points. They make so much sense. Your writing brings up a lot of interesting feelings for me. More people need to read this! 🍂🍂🍁
Thanks. Writing it was thought provoking for me as well.
Well done
Thank you.
Excellent communication 👏🏻 of so many of my thoughts and feelings in one article. Thank you ~ 🌹
Thank you.
Thank you.
In no way do I mean to minimize all your well said poignant points, but the answer is actually pretty simple, do not vote for Trump, or any Republican in November, or else we are definitely in for a reset, too scary to think about.
After that it is not so simple, but we have a chance, we just move forward. baby steps, slogging, two steps forward and one step back Making things better in small increments, at the same time keeping everything running.. Keep working on moving through the maze that is progress. Nothing is ever done or complete. Not sexy, not easy, but wonderfully satisfying.
Let’s hope you are right!
Good. Neither one is the least surprising. :-)
Well, if I do have skeletons in my closet, they’re meek and mild compared to Vance’s. 💀
Reading this reminds me of my 6th grade experience. My teacher was expected to teach us art and confessed he wasn't confident in his ability. He excelled at this task because we learned origami and haiku. His family was incarcerated. https://www.archives.gov/education/lessons/japanese-relocation#background
Thus began my second experience of America being "great." The first was when I was seven. We stayed with my mom's sister in Brooklyn. They were well off and had a housekeeper. Down in the laundry, for the first time (I was from Montana and very white) I met folks who were black. I smiled at them, fascinated with how they looked. They smiled back but the housekeeper drug me away.
I told my Mom about this and she told me to not worry about the housekeeper and that people just came in different colors. Such is life. Mom was a gift and I miss her and Dad. ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks for sharing that experience. Growing up in rural, eastern NC, there were Black folks everywhere so I was immersed in a semi-integrated culture from birth. Semi, meaning, Jim Crow laws dictated where Black folks could use bathrooms and water fountains, eat at restaurants, go to school and church, etc., but we were all certainly mingling at some level.
It sounds like your mom and dad were inspirational people from whom you learned a lot.