I wonder if there’d be fewer Brock Turners if fewer important books were condemned and censored*; if there’d be fewer people with a sense of entitlement and privilege if fewer adults tried to “protect” children from the ugliness and misconstructions and consequences of this broken world, early on in life.
I wonder if there’d be more Kind People if more important books were encouraged and accessible; if there’d be more people with a sense of respect and responsibility if more adults intentionally educated children on the ugliness and misconstructions and consequences of this broken world, early on in life.
to discuss these things openly
while teaching a better way.
The way of love
Instead of ignoring. Instead of pretending the broken world doesn’t exist. Instead of believing what happens to a stranger is somehow disconnected from reality.
Instead of reasoning that children are “too young” for such topics,
thus becoming a silent contributor to the spread of the current epidemic.
When will they be old enough?
What is the age of accountability?
I wonder if less censorship would create greater wholeness; if it would help children not be fearful of the ugliness and misconstructions and consequences of this broken world, but equip them to face it. To learn from it. To change it.
And become Kind People.
*inspired by recent events of authors being disinvited to school visits based on the content of their books being deemed “inappropriate” juxtaposed by a friend who is being very intentional in raising her young boys to “embody integrity, kindness, respect, and responsibility; to tear down the walls of rape culture,” and who is partly doing this via seeking out books that challenge “boy stereotypes.” Janice, you are my hero. And authors, keep writing about what’s important.