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My dad’s grace, helped me grow

Kimberly Cuthbert,
Wayne, PA

My dad has experienced some extreme racism having been born in 1942. He has shared his stories to remind my brother and I, and now his grandchildren, how far we have come, yet how far we need to grow. He didn’t make his experiences our burden or anger, he shared his stories to help us grow and understand people and to learn to call them in instead of calling them out.

We had our car window shot out by a student in my class who happened to be friends with our nextdoor neighbor. My parents did not press charges. I am certain they both would have had a juvenile record. Instead, when the young man came over to apologize, even though I was ready to throw punches, my dad handed him a rake. He spent hours with us cleaning the backyard. My parents wanted him to know who our family was, instead of who he thought we were based on his father’s racist thoughts and teachings. My parents are my heroes for so many reasons. My dad always says, “ He could be bitter or he could do better.”

Let’s define worth from within instead

Naomi Crandall,
USA

I’ve grown up my whole life in an area most people know to be a “bubble”. Although I occasionally come in contact with people from diverse backgrounds, my world is filled with primarily white, middle-class families. Every day I am learning that my appearance and background do not define me and am learning to extend that same grace to others. At the end of the day, the way that we look carries little significance over the way we treat others and ourselves.

Grace, pride, dignity, honour, love and light

53819_10151144274978434_17369748_oSeydi,
Detroit, MI.

While growing up in Senegal some refer to me as dark as the buttocks of a cauldron, iIwas proud to be as dark as the stone of the Kaaba filled with love and light, often i dreamed to be blue-black as those vailant fishermen Lebou, Niominka or Guet-Ndar tauting the Sun Ra with melanin rich skin over the Atlantic Ocean. In France they called me Negro.. In USA they called me Black, I am just waiting for the time they will catch up with civilization and face the fact that i am simply a beautiful African Woman.

I am grace, power and inextinguishable

Ryan Brooke Taylor,
New York City, NY.
Collected from: WITNESS: Art and Civil Rights in the Sixties at The Brooklyn Museum

My experience as a black male artist is directly related to the sacrifices and gains made by those who participated, in any and every way in the civil rights movement. They have made me free.

I’m simply a Black male Actor carving out my life in America.

I believe that who I am as a person; my integrity, my ethics, my humanity, these aspects of self are reflected in Everything I do.

Right now I have the honor of being in a wonderful production of Tracey Letts’s “Superior Donuts”. A play about race, class, and the american dream as played out in the gentrifying neighborhood of north- side Chicago.

To me, living a conscious life today is a revolutionary act. My existence as a Black, Gay, working Artist is in itself a Politic. It’s seems to me that the important questions are: What kind of neighbor am I? What hind of partner am I? What kind of citizen am I? What kind of artist am I? What kind of human being am I?

And the answers lie not in what I think and even less in what I say, but in what I do.

Think Grace, Act Grace, Teach Grace

IMG_2440Kelsey Connolly,
Wilsonville, OR.

“Think Grace, Act Grace, Teach Grace”

I have always been a learner at heart, but not necessarily an excellent student. In school, I learned best by looking at examples and modifying the results with my own knowledge, and that worked out very well for me… up until I left my little plastic West Linn bubble and moved to Eugene. Suddenly, race wasn’t something I read about in book. Racism was staring right back at me, and suddenly I didn’t feel brave… I felt meek. I felt like I wasn’t sure how to handle a community that didn’t look just like me. I wasn’t sure if handling it was even the right frame of mind… and I felt let down by my perfect little plastic West Linn bubble. All sorts of words were thrown around in the dorms, “colorblind” “tolerance” and “affirmative action.” None of these things felt right to me- it felt like perpetuating the same old ideals, “It’s not racist if we pretend it isn’t.” I had a professor at the end of the year say something that finally made the puzzle pieces fit together. She said that grace is something that needs to be taught, shown, and thought about. Grace pertains to every race, religion, stereotype, orientation, gender, and defining factor that makes up a person. Grace is never selfish or mean. “Grace meets us where we are, but does not leave us where it found us,” She said, “and that is the framework for movement in our communities. Teach, Think, Act, Believe, Breath Grace to everyone, and the grace will not only propel you forward, but also the people around you.” I think that is my ideal classroom- to find grace in all relationships, interactions, and plans for my students. That way, regardless of how they define themselves, they can count a teacher that defines herself through grace.

Grateful for the grace of friends.

Jen Yearwood,
Milledgeville, GA.

I am grateful to friends that provide me knowledge and perspective as it pertains to their diverse background; whether that’s race, ethnicity, disability, sexual orientation, religion, etc. These friends allow me to learn from them and gently nudge me when I may say something that I don’t realize could be offensive. I am thankful to each person that has provided me grace to learn and grow in my knowledge of what diversity really means.

Whiteness: shameful, boring. Black is beautiful

Sylvia Kronstadt
Salt Lake City, UT

For 60 years, I have wished I were black — or at least “colored.” This may seem outrageous to those who suffer every day from racism, but I long for the vibrancy, authenticity, dignity, style, spontaneity, sass, smarts, sexiness, depth, grace, resiliency and honorable history that I see in black people as a whole. I am not proud of my race. I am proud of the black race.

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