Where do I begin? I am privileged, but not because I am white, as critical race theorists would lead you to believe. I am privileged because I grew up on a small family farm in rural South Carolina and I lived a life of hard work and also some leisure, thanks to my hardworking parents who took me to church every Sunday. Our days and week…
Where do I begin? I am privileged, but not because I am white, as critical race theorists would lead you to believe. I am privileged because I grew up on a small family farm in rural South Carolina and I lived a life of hard work and also some leisure, thanks to my hardworking parents who took me to church every Sunday. Our days and weeks and years were tuned according to the cycles of sunrises, sunsets, plantings, harvests, preservation, and always, one day per week: worship-lunch-rest. Was it idyllic? For me it was, because I did not bear the full brunt of the work, as did my parents. I took to reading and was good as school. I went to college, law school, and lived in cities most of my adult life. But on that small farm, where we grew or raised most of our food, where my siblings and I learned what physical labor is all about, I had learned the best lessons of nature. From my parents, I learned the best lessons of faith in God and caring for others. Don't call be privileged because I have a certain pigmentation. Call me privileged because I am a farmer's daughter.
Where do I begin? I am privileged, but not because I am white, as critical race theorists would lead you to believe. I am privileged because I grew up on a small family farm in rural South Carolina and I lived a life of hard work and also some leisure, thanks to my hardworking parents who took me to church every Sunday. Our days and weeks and years were tuned according to the cycles of sunrises, sunsets, plantings, harvests, preservation, and always, one day per week: worship-lunch-rest. Was it idyllic? For me it was, because I did not bear the full brunt of the work, as did my parents. I took to reading and was good as school. I went to college, law school, and lived in cities most of my adult life. But on that small farm, where we grew or raised most of our food, where my siblings and I learned what physical labor is all about, I had learned the best lessons of nature. From my parents, I learned the best lessons of faith in God and caring for others. Don't call be privileged because I have a certain pigmentation. Call me privileged because I am a farmer's daughter.
THIS!!!! This is awesome!! I love it....truly!