i thought it funny. i was so oblivious and shallow.
it was my white girl protected experience that allowed this. i had no idea how serious a bomb threat was.
i never thought girls my age could be killed by a bomb while in sunday school.
i had the luxury of being ignorant.
i had no knowledge of what it was like to be hated for the color of my skin. i was not despised for wanting a better education. i didn't even appreciate the opportunities and needed materials provided for me at my school. i didn't know how much less my black peers were given.
as people of color have taken to the streets again to demand the same rights as me, i have found myself with a greater scrutiny of what i have taken for granted all of my life. i'm seeing the little things as well as the big. i'm beginning to understand, just a little, of what it means to be black or brown in this country.
it's about time.
