Sadly, after a round of writing on vacation, there has been another drought. Too busy with the end of summer, prepping for school, kids’ soccer, work, car break downs, last minute plans. Little time for writing or pictures or relaxing as anticipation for school next week is underway.
A little diversion, last night a group of moms and daughters all saw “The Help.” The moms had all read the book, which I loved, and none of the girls had, but we all enjoyed the movie. Take your daughters, show them the Civil Rights movement in the 60’s, with impeccable sets, homes of the rich-poor-and in between, simple clothing, all through a cloud of smoke.
I call this movie a Changer. Can it change us for the better? Skeeter writing a book about The Help during the tumultuous civil rights era in Mississippi was so courageous, so funny, so inspiring. A town full of bigots, some of which probably still remain in many places, ready to pounce on her. They could have taken her life as they did so many others for going to school, riding a bus, walking on the wrong street, just breathing.
What have we done with our lives? Do we stand up for our beliefs? Do we believe in tolerance, acceptance of others? How can we impact our small world? Can we stand up to the adult bullies in our midst? How can we teach our children to be brave, sponges for learning, to stand up for right if we do not show by example?
What will you do differently today? How will you react tomorrow, after seeing “The Help” to make the people around you accept that though people may have different skin tones, come from different financial situations, have different sexual orientations, different goals in life, people want to Be. and not just seen as “different” for accepting their past, their skins, their goals, their loves. C