History Lesson
By June Capossela Kempf
I was sitting on the front porch waiting for the school bus with my granddaughter, G G. (Gorgeous Granddaughter). My attention was split between the time and the street corner; hoping the bus would come before she drives me crazier than I already am for signing up for this detail in the first place – really? I cherish these precious moments, sharing and bonding with her.
Today, she started off by asking; “How old are you? When I answered, she swung into gear with a slew of questions.
“Do you remember Martin Luther King?”
‘Sure do.”
“When he was alive? You remember his march in Washington. You were living – then?
“Yeah, I watched it from a distance. I had a dream,” I quoted. Then, reflected how I wished I did more to support that dream - how I admired the people who marched for freedom back then. As she struggled with the idea that her grandma witnessed her recent history lesson, the words to Aretha Franklin’s R_E_S_P_E_C_T’ tumbled around my head, along with freedom songs of the sixties. ‘If I Had a Hammer’, I softly sang out loud.
“How did you feel when he got killed?”
“So scared. I thought his dream for freedom would be lost forever and there would be rioting - everywhere.”
“.. But that didn’t happen, right?”
“His message got through. Laws were passed that not only inspired racial tolerance but protected the poor and disabled throughout the country – but we can’t forget how easily we can fall backwards.”
G G carefully studied me like I was a talking relic resurrected from an archeological dig.
“Did you go to Woodstock?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
I explained that I was a little older than most of the people who went. I was married with a child, a house; and I didn’t approve the drugs and the wild crowds, but was there in spirit.” Blah. Blah, Blah.
“Were you a Dove or a Hawk?” she said.
Luckily, the bus arrived which enabled me to dodge the question. “I’ll tell you later,” I said.
“Never mind, Grandma… You were no Hawk. “
How could she know? Especially since in the beginning I thought we were fighting the good war in Vietnam. Once I saw the destruction and realized the privileged could avoid the draft and we were losing, at a terrible cost, I leaned towards the bird of peace. But I stayed on the fence. Did I get out and march - face the fire hoses or write one letter of protest?
I decided to talk to her tomorrow and tell her how during those days; I didn’t speak out for fear of offending my ‘friends and neighbors’ - that the bird I was most closely associated with was a chicken.
Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll tell GG that it is never too late to take a stand for your values. We see now, as history repeats itself; that freedom can’t be taken for granted or expected to endure if we don’t fight like our forefathers to preserve liberty and justice “– all over this land.”
Thank you Dr. King – Peter,Paul and Mary, Aretha . And thank Heaven for G.G.