Regular readers here will have seen my postings of READ FOR EQUALITY, a habit that has grown out of my concern for the racial inequity in publishing. In honor of these concerns I am happy to turn over the blog today to Linda Thornton, who shares her unique history. Linda tells her story clearly and succinctly. I welcome your response. KD
I grew up close to the border and my last name was Villa. Even though my skin is fair and burns in 10 minutes, it was pretty easy to guess that I am Latina. But now with my married name sounding white and my living in Colorado, well, I’m a bit more of a chameleon. Most people have no idea until I tell them.
And then I adopted a black boy. He was this baby in a bowtie who was happily banging the courtroom table while the judge was asking me legal questions about forever and family. I could barely hear the judge over the joyful squeals in my ear but I already knew all the answers. “I do.” “I will.”
The year was 2015 and I had no idea that I had just been drafted into a race relations war in the US. This was before I had heard of the Black Lives Matter movement, before Trump, before the year everything came to a head. Sure, I knew some people were racist in this country but I thought we could easily maneuver around them. After all, hadn’t I easily maneuvered around racists as a Latina?
Yes, I had.
But what did I leave behind in my wake? Who did not get their chance? Will that person be my son because I didn’t face racism head on when I saw it? To turn around in its face and firmly say, “No.”
We have a duty now. No matter our color or gender or the number in our bank account. No one is exempt from the calling this time. It needs all of us. And that doesn’t mean just not being a racist yourself but you being a warrior for justice. Silence is compliance and my son is watching your silence.
Will you march? Will you call? Will you write? Will you say something if you see something? I call these people the front line. And I’ve discovered that not every person is built for it.
But there are other lines to stand on. Will you read? Reading is active because it can change your hard wiring. Read fiction about growing up in the South. Read non-fiction regarding the statistics of mass incarceration. Read a children’s book where the main character is black and it doesn’t even come up as a plot point. And read it to children.
Then take those books and pass them on. Donate them to a library, donate them to a school, leave it on a park bench with a note that says “free.”
Even though minorities make up 37% of the U.S. population they are represented in children’s books at 10%. So send an email and coffee money to a minority writer. Write a poem from the perspective of a different race than your own. Talk to your librarian about having a display with books that showcase diversity.
The front liners are on the news and in our feed and in our ears. But you can be our second wave. You can be the secret seed planters. Even if you are not here to see the harvest, know that my son will be.
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