Two things happened at the end of May/beginning of June. The story of the death of George Floyd went viral, and one of the libraries in town opened for curbside pickup.
Here's my facebook post from 6/2: "I don’t consider myself a feminist, but I can acknowledge that I benefit from the work of feminists that came before me. In the same way, while I don’t consider myself a racist, I can acknowledge that I am part of the privileged class in the race situation. Instead of sharing divisive memes, or opining on a subject I’m not qualified to discuss, I’m taking this opportunity to learn more. I’m listening to Black voices as I sew. I’m reading Hidden Figures, which has been sitting on my nightstand for way too long. And I’m watching America’s Long Struggle Against Racism (Great Courses +) to better understand how we, as a nation, got here.
There’s a saying in the adoption world, “Hurting people hurt people.” We can easily understand the trauma that kids from hard places have, and why it makes them act out. We understand that an orphanage is less than ideal for babies and children. Can we not also admit that the Black experience in the United States today is also less than ideal and extend them the same grace?"
I'm realizing that I have a long way to go. True confession? In 19 years of homeschooling, we never did anything for Black History Month. My excuse is the epitome of white privilege: That doesn't really apply to us. I'm sorry.
So now we're learning. I put 46 books on hold, covering the Tuskegee Airmen, the Underground Railroad, the Civil Rights Movement, and a variety of other Black History topics. The first 12 books are here. Jack, Hannah, Katie, and I are reading and absorbing.
As Maya Angelo says, "When we know better, we do better." Let's take this time to get to know. To learn and understand better. So we can do better.