Over seventy years ago, when I
was about five years old and at my grandfather’s house, some children from
across the way were playing jump rope in the street.They were having a lot of fun and invited me
to play with them. Happily, I did. Before long, my grandfather called me
inside. “If you play with those n……,
you’ll turn black just like them!’ I was
young, but old enough to know better.
Confused and sad, I stayed inside. This is my earliest memory of racism. Still, today, the sadness overflows
– even after all the efforts, suffering and progress toward civil and human
rights.
Let us unite in prayer for those who continue to struggle for justice.
God of All,
Bless and protect those uniting for the sake of needed change. Bring us together, as a nation, with a new
vision that respects the dignity of every human being, that protects the
vulnerable, and that upholds human and civil rights. Give us courage and the grace to love one
another as you love us. Comfort those
who mourn. Remove all fear and let us know true peace and justice in our
time. We praise you and we thank you for
your sustaining us
Amen
Sr. Sharon Portwood, OSB
Sharon I had a similar experience at the same age. Thank you for your reflection and your prayer
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