I've been reading through old posts of mine on the topics of social justice and taking action. I grew up going to protests and being politically active. My parents talked to me about the world, or at least that's what I remember. When I was in first grade, my friend and I woke up early one Saturday and hand made as many flyers as we could with a six-year-old's attention span. Then we put 8.5 x 11 "Ronald Reagan Sucks" leaflets in all the mailboxes on our block. As an adult, I would refer to this as "canvassing for Mondale."
When I reached 5th grade, I really was canvassing. I spent two years working on the GE boycott with I.N.F.A.C.T. I spent two years setting up an ironing board, selling buttons, collecting signatures. I even flew out to a GE shareholders meeting in Milwaukee for a direct action. I spoke to the city council about making Oakland a nuclear free zone. I joined an environmental group that held a lot of meetings and a couple retreats and ended up hosting an arts event for kids in San Francisco, but I'm not sure we did anything for the environment.
By the time I got to high school, I was burnt out on political movements. I became a typical Gen X cynic. I marched against the first Iraq war and Prop 187, but if I'm being honest, I was just happy to be ditching class. Rodney King, OJ, I stayed home. I voted. I kept myself abreast of what was going on in the world, but I didn't get involved outside of going to a couple protests against police brutality in 2002 where I got hit by a rubber bullet and faced down police that charged the crowd on horseback. I'll admit, that felt pretty badass.
When we had kids we half made a decision to not shield them from the world or our lives. The other half is that I think we just can't help ourselves. T and I are not the quiet, reserved, stoic type of people. We talk a lot. Like, a lot. People used to remark that our kids were "so verbal." Well yeah, mom and dad never shut up so they hear a lot of words, and a great many of those words are about politics.
I've always struggled with finding the line between making sure my kids know about the world and about our lives so they won't be surprised by things that happen, and telling them more than their developing minds are ready to process. I don't know what the bigger trauma could be, the shock of having things happen without warning, or the anxiety of knowing too many possibilities.
Then came the 2016 election and the beginning of years of having to explain new uncomfortable things to the kids about racism and sexism and homophobia and hate crimes. There were marches for women and pride and detention centers. During this, maybe bolstered by it and our discussions of marriage equality, Lou came out as transgender. If this is the one benefit of over sharing with the kids, it'll all be worth it.
Now it's 2020 and we're in the middle of a pandemic and a period of civil unrest. T is back to taking to the streets every night to protest. Lou is back to making protest signs. Xe has a strong sense of right and wrong and all xe wants in the world is for people to be fair. Xe thirsts for justice, which makes sense as xir survival depends on a just and fair world. So we've talked about George Floyd. Just like we talked about Tamir Rice and Sandra Bland and Trayvon Martin and Philando Castille and so many others. Lou was excited to be able to ride in the Oakland Car Caravan protest. Everything seemed fine until that night. After the kids were in bed, T commented that maybe we've told them too much. She said that Lou and Yo now hated the police and were afraid of them and were afraid for us. They were afraid the police would kill us. They were worried about T going out to protest. Not long after, Lou emerged from xir bedroom unable to sleep, wracked with anxiety over police brutality. A few weeks later, a Black Lives Matter protest passed by the busy cross street near our house. The kids wanted to go down to the corner to hold signs and show support. As the main body of the march drew closer, police officers positioned themselves to block cross traffic ahead of the marchers. They were keeping the marchers safe. When Lou saw the police blocking our street on either side of the route, xe turned pale and started to retreat back to our house. Xe was convinced the police were there to hurt people.
It took some convincing, but Lou was persuaded to stay on the corner with us. I wanted xir to understand a couple things. First, that the police were not there to hurt people. Second, that there are things are worth standing up for, even when there's danger. I admit, that's a hard line to figure out. Whether to stand in the face of oppressive force, how much and for how long is dependent on so many factors I couldn't begin to try to explain them. I don't want T or the kids to stubbornly allow themselves to be beaten or gassed or worse. I also want them to start developing a sense for when to stay and when to leave. I want them to recognize danger rather than presume it (or on the other side, presume safety when it isn't real). I want them to be brave without being foolish. I want them to be cautious without being afraid. I want them to understand the world so they're not surprised by it.
The thing I'm still not sure of is how much, how soon?
What percentage of the children's lives are devoted to just being children? The work of childhood is largely play. Sure, there's academic instruction, but play is where the child develops their interior worlds, try out scenarios in make believe. Personally, I did not need parents taking me to demonstrations; their explanations of the civil rights explosion in the south, desegregation, their even handed treatment of people; those experiences shaped my social conscience. I hear the earnestness in your voice; how much is too much? We all are afraid; of fascism, of the virus, et al. But, these are adult problems to solve. Children need our assurance that the adults are doing what needs be done so that the children can relax and play. Full disclosure; I am a mom of four grown children and a psychoanalyst.ReplyDelete
You certainly make some good points. I think the majority of my kids lives are devoted to being children. Especially during lockdown, they've had plenty of time to develop interior worlds. These may be adult problems to solve, but I think there's also danger in waiting until someone is an adult before they know the problems exist. I also think that being involved can help kids feel a sense of control. You can look back at my post about the kids organizing their own BLM protest. That wasn't something we suggested, it's something they asked to do. With that, they took some ownership of world events, which may help them feel more secure in their place in that world. The other fact is that right now, I can't assure them that the adults are handling things. All the evidence points to that being the opposite of what's happening. I'd rather give them some truth now, than having them grow up and realizing they were lied to. But I also do agree with you in many ways. SO yeah, I don't have the answer.Delete
Berto, you point to precisely the problem; how to raise children into responsible and politically active adults without overwhelming them with the world's problems. And they are massive; war, dislocation, oppression et al. I think that each parent searches for balance. I think that truth in digestible amounts might be helpful. Geez, I recently learned that China is selling us masks made by forced labor of the Uighurs. Being socially responsible in a pandemic by wearing masks is tied to some extent with supporting religious and cultural genocide. I get overwhelmed myself. Thank you for sharing your own concerns.Delete
"I also don't want my kids, who by the privilege of their complexions will never need to fear a routine stop, to hate the police or fear them to point where they won't ask for help when they need it."ReplyDelete
This, 100%. Drew keeps telling Pickle (and I know he'll tell Pumpkin when she's bigger) to look for a firefighter instead of a cop if he needs help and I'm like, dude, firefighters don't walk beats or hang around big festivals and county fairs. I'm worried they'll extend their fear to security guards as well, and then what will they do when they need help?
It was easier in Japan, where the police sit in little offices all over the cities (kōban, colloquially known in English as "cop-in-a-box") mostly to help people with directions and lost-and-found and don't carry firearms (except in Tokyo, but at least in Japan firing your service weapon is basically a career-ending action) so apart from some hinkiness surrounding arrests and habeas corpus and jury trials (i.e., they don't have them; you can spend up to a month in lockup with no legal (or in our case, consular) representation and they can do almost anything they want to extract a confession from you, which will be taken as incontrovertible proof of guilt, which will guarantee a conviction) that children don't really have to worry about, he had no qualms about the police.
We're also trying to make it clear that the goons gassing protestors are NOT, at least in Portland, city police. Pickle just calls them "bad guys."