08/26/2020
I feel like it had been a long time since I witnessed true community. Living in what is thought of us an idyllic small town, I’ve become more and more discouraged by the division, the overt racism and the individualism people seem to cling to here. My son and I had a heartbreaking conversation about his shame around backing down when he was ridiculed for calling out racism at school. A visit with a friend unveiled even more discrimination they have experienced at the hands of local people and businesses and a general feeling of unease they have living here.
Last week, I feel like I was gifted a glimpse into what we could gain if we chose to work together, to love each other and to give what we can, when we can, no questions asked.
A single father just moved from Manitoba is directed where to find medical advice for his son. Ancient and sacred words are inscribed on walls and spoken over the city. “Auntie, can you make me a dentist appointment?” asks the young girl who rides by on her bike. “Absolutely”. People finding safety and belonging in the shadow of the mural by the world renowned artist, being invited to contribute, no matter their age, skill or standing in the community. Leftover pizza being given to the family dancing through the spray park. An “outsider” being honoured for his contribution to the neighborhood.
The generosity of spirit gave me hope for what our cities could look like if we invested in PEOPLE instead of racist and archaic systems. If we chose others over ourselves. If we stopped trusting institutions to keep us safe and watched out for each other.
We have the capacity for so much more. LET’S CHOOSE THAT. @ Mill Street Village