Black History Month
My kids go to a school in Brooklyn, which can certainly be called multicultural and diverse. I would probably never be able to find a similar school in Sweden, not even in the suburb Bergsjön where I have been working for ten years.
Here we celebrate the Chinese New Year, Sant Patrik's Day, now planning to close schools under Eid al-Fitr and Eid al-Adha, and also highlighting the history of the black population for a whole month, including appearances and lessons where children discuss these issues.
Yesterday the children received a text about The Black Renaissance. I read with them and we came to a part that made my daughter very upset. The text described how bad the white population treated black people. She could not understand it all. When I gave her an example, she started to cry. She could not see how all this could happen. What color are they talking about?! It's got nothing to do with anything! she said. How would I not be able to love my friend and my teacher? It's terrible and unfair!
And in that moment, I thought she had learned what this whole month is about, and I suddenly got a new hope for the future.
Children are not born to be haters and racists. Children are born with open minds. So if we adults could be so nice as not to ruin that, a new and better future can emerge.
So please, adults, work with yourselves a little bit. Do not transfer your tragic trauma to your children! Make up with your confined and narrow-minded view on life. It is selfish and childish to believe that one's life and life events are more important than the future that our children need. Get your shit together, take responsibility and let our children create something better than we have been able to do. If you cannot do that, be quiet and let the silence lead you.
History repeats itself and will keep repeating itself, if we let it. Because that's what our ego likes to do - tell ourselves that we are better that others. And until we let ourselves believe that, and until we realize that our lives actually depend on each other, we will suffer. Alone in our solitude and tragedy.
Celebrate our diversity and make the world a better place. Otherwise, can you please shut up so our children can play with each other?