Finished Winterson and Woolf, and just today watching PBS' documentary series, "Eyes on the Prize" in a belated attempt to educate myself about the details of the Civil Rights movement, and to try to comprehend my current setting -- SC. Wept most of the way through, in part because of the poverty and segregation I see still very much alive here. There are a handful of black kids in my son's "school of choice," and very few black teachers. If I write about it, though, of what value or use is my voice? And yet we must write about what speaks to us -- I can write at least so that my children grow up knowing how I feel and will, perhaps, think about issues of human rights. Feeling heavy with it all, and terribly tired. Can't seem to stop, though, for if I do, it will be like starting up an old car whose battery has run low...
Got a group e-mail from my classmates. What a beautiful clamor of voices -- the best thing about being a student again -- community and free speech that gets a little heard!
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