I live in a town that most people would describe as nice. The neighborhoods, schools, houses, and people all give off a purposeful and distinct impression of being nice. It is the reason we moved our family to this town. Who wouldn’t want to raise their children in such an environment? But as much as…
When you are the only one or even just part of the minority, you have to develop self-confidence and a strong voice in order to survive and thrive amid the stereotypes and negative connotations with which you are confronted.
At who’s feet do we lay the blame for dragging our most precious beings down into the hole of hate and racism?
Time dragged on as each minute seemed like an hour and every hour an eternity. Five hours had passed and no one offered us food, water, or bathroom access.
Frederick Douglass once said, “It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.” I have thought about this statement a lot lately as we witness children leading a movement to create a better and safer world for themselves and for all of us. But how do we build strong children?
I’m not naïve enough to think that a movie can end poverty, injustice, and discrimination. But I am hopeful that the inspiration that this film has induced will continue to drive meaningful thought and action to do what we can in our own ways to uplift those who suffer under the effects of those mentioned struggles.
While living in a world that is seemingly against diversity and multiculturalism, I teach my children to appreciate their diverse cultures by changing the narratives.