50 Years Later
Becoming a mother completely changed my interest and obligations to understanding and fighting against inequality and participating in civil protest. I always cared, but not at the same level as I do now. When I look into the faces of my children, all I want is for them to have a beautiful life full of curiosity, warmth, education, fun, kindness, adventure, and love. By general standards, I have a good life. Do I have struggles, hell yes! But generally, I have the resources to give my kids all of the things I just listed. We're GOOD. But what about other kids? The divide in this country between the haves and the have-nots has grown at an alarming rate. Gates, whether literal or figurative have been firmly drawn and encircled families and children of privilege, leaving the rest to fend for themselves. As a mom, it breaks my heart. I just want to swoop up all these little children and hug them forever. I cant do that. But I can speak up, I can march, I can talk to my children, neighbors, friends, I can get involved in ways that feel meaningful and where I can try to make in impact. So on this day, the 50th anniversary of the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, I am remembering a few of his many important messages. Because 50 years later we still have a lot of work to do. There is still too much injustice. Still too much inequality. Still too much oppression. Still too much racism hiding in plain sight. Still too much intolerance. And as a mom, that is not the world I want to leave to my children...or any children.