“Find a voice in a whisper.”
When I was ten years old one of my best friends was a girl who was bused to my school from across town. I don’t remember much about how or why, I just knew there was a bus that brought kids to my elementary school that did not live in my neighborhood. Deborah and I enjoyed playing together at recess, but she didn’t come home to play with me, and I never went to her house after school. I didn’t know it, let alone understand it, and we didn’t talk about it – only perhaps in whispers. It was a time of desegregation in the cities in Connecticut, and all across our nation. It amazes me that it was fifty years ago. How times have changed – or maybe not.
How many of you have seen the recently released movie “Selma”? If you haven’t – go. If you’ve got middle schoolers – bring them along with you; give your high schooler the cash to go with their friends. Continue reading “Find a voice in a whisper”