According to my pill box – something many of us in the Medicare population use daily – Saturday is the end of the week, and this Saturday morning I have just a few end-of-the-week thoughts to share with you.
The words by Emma Lazarus (interesting that her name was Lazarus) which are on the Statue of Liberty, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…” have been echoing in my mind ever since the recent immigration debacle. “Give me your tired, your poor…” The reality that thousands of children in the custody of the US Customs Border Protection are living in facilities that are struggling to meet their basic needs for protection, supportive care, medical and hygiene care, and nutritious meals, is deeply disturbing. And then the violence of the racial crisis in Ferguson this week was deeply disturbing as well. What happened to the commitment of the United States of America to let freedom ring for ” your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…?”
We have so much to learn, and so much to change, in ourselves and in our political systems. But in the meantime, what about the children? What are they seeing and how do they make sense of it? One image that came to me through an online newspaper this week was of a little black boy and a little black girl holding signs with their little hand prints on it, reading, PLEASE, DON’T SHOOT. This should not be happening.
If you want to learn about the children in US Customs Border Protection go to http://www.savethechildren.org. If you are white and want to learn more about racism read Talking About Race; A Workbook About White People Fostering Racial Equality in Their Lives.
I’ve selected an image of an empty child’s swing in the shade of a large tree to share with you this morning. I took it on a hot summer day, because it evoked conflicting thoughts and feelings; stories and messages for me. What does it evoke for you?