Mythankfulboy and I seemed to have an easier routine this evening, even though it was no different than any other Wednesday. So, we settled down in his room to do the chalice lighting, this time to the music of a Christmas music box shaped like the old-time tv of my youth, showing a sparkly winter scene with ice skaters and a train that circles in and out of a tunnel. Dobby the Christmas elf was peacefully seated beside the tv, enjoying the music, too (he had a rough evening – the dog got hold of him as he was traversing the living room to get to the peaceful perch by the music box, but he’s okay). B said he was thankful for his music box, for Dobby, for his fan, and for Crossfit. I said I was thankful that people are not letting go of the deaths of two unarmed black men (one really a boy) at the hands of the police that were justified somehow by internal investigations. That maybe people will keep standing up and being heard about this. That it cannot keep happening, though it’s been happening so long. B said “You’re right. I’m mad about it.”
I know mythankfulboy is too young and white to understand yet, but this is the world that he lives in, and he needs to understand it so that he is ready to change it. As UU’s, our first tennet is “The inherent worth and dignity of every person”. Forget the other principles about peace and justice and compassion and the democratic process. Worth and dignity are where the rubber meets the road. So, tonight I am thankful that there is public protest against violence against black men and boys at the hands of the police, and public discussion that black lives matter. As mythankfulboy and I curl up safe in our beds with the music box painting visions of sugar plums in our heads, this disparity is not lost on me.