Thirty-one days, thirty-one posts for the
Slice of Life Story Challenge.
Today, online, I read
just down the highway
from where I am sitting
reading a book that I would have placed
in the hands of my own older teenaged children
with some caveats, the overall story--
historical fiction, but well-researched--
a window, a sliding glass door
into the prejudice and maltreatment
of people with skin darker than ours,
in a time that wasn't much darker than
ours is now.
We would have looked in the mirror,
together, after sharing the book
and talked about our white privilege
and my own more modern experience
as a military BRAT in the same spaces
as many of the book's settings.
I bet this book would be on that list,
had it been on their shelves
(it's not--I checked; did you know
that most public school library catalogs
have been available for public viewing
for awhile--the book banners
would have you believe otherwise).
I am glad that I can read this book
from my own public library.
It's not my favorite genre, but I
feel compelled to keep reading,
keep learning,
keep growing in understanding and
compassion.

Thank you for reminding us how important reading window books are, looking outside our comfort & familiarity and opening ourselves to new learning. I feel these dark days, too, but grateful for the light that shines through. Slicing. Books. Libraries.
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