A Work In Progress

Thinking out loud…

Tomorrow  is Juneteenth—The end of slavery on US soil.

As a youngster, I learned about racism in the multi racial housing project I grew up in.  I learned it playing baseball in the parking lot.  I learned it jumping rope to chanting stories.  I learned it overhearing angry grownup voices using words that seared the air, I learned it from the cruel jokes those same voices told and laughed over.

I am grateful that somehow I decided that fairness applied to all of us.   All of us!  Somehow.

We are a work in progress, our nation, us.  There is work to do—to examine our hearts, to tell ourselves the truth, and to remove meanness from our actions.   And with our votes and our voices to require the same of all of our elected officials, to require the same from all people who are meant to act on our behalf—whether they be police, healthcare providers, educators,  or businesses.

Our union continues as a work in progress.  The dream of our nation is worth the work.

I hear voices singing “Change gonna come.”  I’m singing with them.