Black Lives Matter

Because silence is complicity.

I have vivid memories of being in Grade 3 and doing a unit on racism. We talked about racism, what it meant, why it is BAD, and everything else you would learn as an eight year old on topics of prejudice and race. Granted, I also have memories of my parents teaching me not to be a hateful person going back WAY before 8 years old, but for some reason, that unit in Grade 3 somehow stands out, making a lasting mark on my young mind.

And yet, here we are.

I didn’t post last week, because it wasn’t my time to talk. There are far bigger and more important conversations happening than me talking about what’s on my knitting needles.

Black lives matter.

These important and very complex conversations are still happening, which they should, and will likely continue for some time, again, which they should. I know that what is happening is part of a larger system in place, far more complex than what was taught to a bunch of 8 year olds many decades ago, and I have to acknowledge that through the years, my white skin has earned me a number of privileges going through this system. These larger conversations will do a far better job at explaining it all than I can ever do.

But, I felt it was important for me to take a minute, acknowledge what is happening in the world, and clearly state where I stand.

Black lives matter.

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