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And if the word integration means anything, this is what it means: that we, with love, shall force our brothers to see themselves as they are, to cease fleeing from reality and begin to change it. — James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
WORDS OF HOPE
When I was a child in the '50s, segregation was part of life. I didn't even know the word, but I knew the divisions. They were printed or hand-lettered on signs in restaurants, on street cars, and in front of public restrooms. No one talked about what the signs said and no one talked about integration until the '60s, or maybe they did, but I wasn't old enough to know what it meant until then. I do remember that my parents thought it was a good idea.
I grew up wanting for nothing. We had a nice house, all the toys I required, and we had a maid who was black. Her name was Doris and I loved her. She helped my mother who was always busy with "her charities and church work." She played with me, taught me some old Spirituals, and ate lunch with the rest of the family.
Once in a while, my mother and I would have "outings", shopping trips along the East Grand Avenue strip. One of my favorite outings was lunch at the F.W. Woolworth Cafe. We ran into Doris there one afternoon. It was her day off. She was so happy to see us. I asked her to join us at our lunch table, but her smile went away, and she pointed to one of those signs: "Whites Only." She sat down at a small table behind another sign that read "Coloreds."
I Looked to my mother for an explanation. "Why can't Doris sit here?" A very short discussion followed, ending with her saying, "Ya' know, I don't want to sit here either." She then picked up both of our lunch plates and asked Doris if she would mind if we joined her, which we did. My mother was an imposing woman, well known in the neighborhood, and no one dared question her actions. We had the best Woolworth's lunch ever that day.
I didn't say it out loud, but I somehow knew my mother was doing the work of Jesus that afternoon. I remembered hearing about that kind of love in all of Doris' Spirituals.
We no longer have those hateful little signs today, but the hate, the violence, and the apathetic disregard for our sisters and brothers are more blatant than I can ever remember. We still have our choice of tables; tables where we can take action and tables we can hide under. Where am I sitting? Where are you sitting? Where are we standing together?
PRAYER
Jesus, embodiment of the Living God, may our love for all people be as radical as your actions. Amen
DEVOTION AUTHOR
Dan Peeler
Order of St. Francis and St. Clare
Cathedral of Hope
Proclaiming Christ Through Faith, Hope and Love
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