Back in elementary school, I used to spend MLK Day at home, with my closest neighborhood friends, eating Dunkaroos and watching Saved by the Bell re-runs. It was the unexpected three-day weekend after our already long Winter Break. Things changed when I hit middle school, and my friends enrolled me in private school. Classes were cancelled but all students were required to attend a half-day diversity program. The topics varied from year to year: anything from Title 9: Gender Discrimination in Sports to presentations on African music, dance, and culture to cohort groups to student productions of the Laramie Project. It was not perfect—that awkward time when students of color were asked to share their experiences with racism in front of the student body— helloooooo, awkward. But looking back it was a remarkably progressive initiative in my SAT/college prep dominated school. A quick google search tells me my school no longer takes MLK Day to ask why there is a MLK day. However, I thought I would try to keep the tradition alive—and not post a usual travel story. Instead, take a moment, read some bell hooks, watch some Aamer Rahman, call your grandmother to hear about her experiences as an immigrant coming over to the States. You might enjoy it.
See you next week. x A.