This is worth a read. I am thinking hard about someone I respect, a black woman, my age with children, who has basically stated that white people who want to support their black friends and family need to do the heavy lifting to bring about the change, to make the difference, that everyone claims to want. This writer, a white woman, sharing a shaping moment in her childhood, captures why so many white people do not see how the system is so messed up…because for us, the system is working. There are some excellent links at the end of this post. It is worth the read. And then keep reading. And then talk. And keep talking. And make the change.
I have an uncle who was a cop.
His kids, my cousins, were around my age and when we visited our family in Québec every summer I practically lived at their house. As soon as we got to my grandmother’s house, all rumpled and grumpy from our eight hour drive, I would start dialling my cousins’ number on her beige rotary phone. I spent the whole damn school year waiting for summer, and my time with my cousins, to come; we wrote each other letters all through the dreary winter, hatching plans for new summer exploits. Life with my cousins – swimming in their pool, family barbecues, playing hide-and-seek in my grandmother’s mammoth hedge at twilight – was lightyears better than my boring life in Ontario.
Pretty much every summer my uncle would, at some point, take us to visit the police station. He would pretend that we were criminals and…
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