Boylston St: Silencing or Raising Voices?

How ironic.  On the day residents of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts gathered to commemorate the nation’s first fight for freedom we were reminded of just how precious freedom is.  Patriot’s Day.  A rite of spring in a bold city on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean.  Tragedy?

Trinity Church, Boylston St. Boston, Ma

Trinity Church, Boylston St. Boston, Ma

Monday’s events reminded me of remarks made at a Memorial Day Observation cited in Novofemina’s Camouflage transition & summer plans.   ‘Live’ the speaker intoned, for ‘our fallen heroes had sacrificed it all to give us that chance.’  The gentleman was a Navy reservist: pressed whites, well spoke, a selectman.  Live.

Like many I am deeply saddened by the events of last Monday.  But emboldened at the same time.  Maybe you join me in frustration over the media’s constant fueling of fear or rage or disbelief.    Live is really the only necessary summary.  Don’t waste it.  Reach.  Dream.

“You really do have the ability to do a lot more than either you’ve been told or you’ve been led to believe by your surroundings,” said  Ernest Green, one of the Little Rock Nine (Freedom’s Children, Levine, 1993, 49).  This inspiring group of nine African-American teenagers faced a city of belligerent white segregationists to attend the all white Central High School in 1957.    They simply dreamed of a good education and what that might bring.

I stumbled on  the quote as part of an assignment for the pen pal program with students at the James P. Timilty Middle School in Roxbury, MA.  For those unfamiliar with the City of Boston, Roxbury is a neighborhood touched by random gun violence and decades of declining employment.     Violence and tragedy are a common undercurrent in this zip code,  a mere 2 miles from the site of Monday’s bombs.

Our assignment together with our pen pals was to read Freedom’s Children, a collection of personal accounts by thirty children and teenagers who grew up amidst the civil rights movement in the late 50’s and 1960’s.  Author Ellen Levine interviewed adults whose childhood memories included deciphering exclusions.  Whites only.  Colored.  “Although beatings, arrests, and death were an intrinsic part of the story of the movement, these are not tales of sadness and despair.  To the contrary, the young people in these pages speak of pride, a confidence, a joy of being part of something.”  (Freedom’s Children, Levine, 1993, xii)

As pen pals we were instructed to use the book to initiate conversations.  Talk about finding one’s voice.

What of your own voice in transition?  Raise it.  Dream.  Fly.  Live.  Chose to be a part of something.

I’m reminded in reviewing data from the Research Jam of how hard it is sometimes to walk against tragedy or the unexpected.  Women often retreat or escape or detour widely.    Let’s use the Patriot’s Day events to remind us to step forward on a path into the fullness of who we are.  Step lively!


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2 responses to “Boylston St: Silencing or Raising Voices?

  1. In my situation with my young daughter and her friends at the Boston Marathon – we were two blocks away when the bombs went off. I knew the sounds were not like the many marathons of prior years.
    So I told our group to stop walking… and turn back. This action saved us from alot more distress or trauma. The biggest lesson was hours later my daughter said to me…mama, I heard you say “this isn’t normal”. She was proud of me for speaking up and acting on instinct. She has learned a valuable lesson at 8 years of age…. to speak your mind and go with your gut feeling.

  2. HK..what a gift to experience at only 8. Glad you steered away from the distress of the day. Linda

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