History, Art and the Hope of Reconciliation: Part Two

I had the privilege of attending two of several events held to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the desegregation of Little Rock Central High School. The courageous story of the “Little Rock Nine” as they are known, is one I learned early in my youth as a resident of Little Rock, Arkansas. The high school I attended was opened the same year as the Central crisis, one where the affluent white citizens of Little Rock could send their children in attempt to avoid inevitable progress. By the time I attended in the early 1990’s, all public schools had long been integrated, the legacy of those nine brave students paving the way for my generation and ones to come. This is part two of a two part post. See the first post here.

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History, Art and the Hope of Reconciliation: Part One

I had the privilege of attending two of several events last week, held to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the desegregation of Little Rock Central High School. The courageous story of the “Little Rock Nine” as they are known, is one I learned early in my youth as a resident of Little Rock, Arkansas. The high school I attended was opened the same year as the Central crisis, one where the affluent white citizens of Little Rock could send their children in attempt to avoid inevitable progress. By the time I attended in the early 1990’s, all public schools had long been integrated, the legacy of those nine brave students paving the way for my generation and ones to come. This is part one of a two part post.

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I’m with her! And that guy.

Yesterday, I had the privilege of marching with an estimated 12,000 women and men at the Oklahoma State Capitol in Oklahoma City. As a volunteer working the event, I spoke to over 100 men and women who came to show solidarity for not only women’s rights, but the overarching goal of social justice and civil rights. I spoke with Native American women, Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, African Americans. I spoke with those from the disability, LGBT, Muslim American communities and Christians, all who felt called to speak out for those marginalized in our society. I spoke with grandmothers, mothers and daughters. And, I spoke with many husbands and fathers who were there to support the women in their lives.

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The Memory of Time

Within a span of four days, New York and our nation mark two major historic events. Events that forever altered the history and culture of the city. The event that most individuals recall with reverence today is September 11th. The tragic day where two planes flew into the World Trade Towers causing their collapse and the deaths of thousands of people.

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