Annie/Grandma/black/white hands entwined
Susan Ross,
Longmont, CO
What a blessing this memory brings! Annie so tall/my tiny bent grandma – laughing together, I feel included & embraced by warmth and caring and goodness.
The Race Card Project
By Michele Norris
Susan Ross,
Longmont, CO
What a blessing this memory brings! Annie so tall/my tiny bent grandma – laughing together, I feel included & embraced by warmth and caring and goodness.
Anonymous,
Spokane, WA.
Playing on the radio when my 16-year-old friend in high school came back to school after her brother was murdered someone playing Russian Roulette while drunk in her home. Native American Family.
He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother
The Hollies
The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another
It’s a long, long road
From which…
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Jamie,
Wylie, TX.
I live in a society that I am afraid of the world that my kids will have to be adults in. We are going backwards instead of forwards. We are losing our view of everyone is the same, no matter how different we might look. I am having to have HARD conversations with a 9 and 11 year old that I never thought I would. We were past that, we had grown we had loved our brothers and sisters, yet today I sit scared. The community I was seeing as I became an adult is a distant memory, just like cassette tapes , writing notes in class and playing kick in the can in the neighborhood. We are desensitized to the hate, to the violent to the out right evil in our world. We walk by as tragedy happens and we don’t blink, we don’t do a trouble take and we sure as heck don’t stop to help. We are blind to the pain in our communities, we are only look out for ourselves and not for our neighbors. I don’t want this for my children. I am teaching them manors because there are still good people out there, I am teaching to be aware but to not prejudge people, to love FIRST not HATE. To be kind. If we as adults are losing this I am scared of what our children will have.