We just completed our second annual Cinderella Ball - an enchanting evening and an enormous success for Safe Places. The young women ages 12-17 who participated in our Cinderella Princess Leadership Program ended their year of education and community service by being presented (debutante-style) at this elegant Ball with almost 300 people in attendance.
The Cinderella Ball is most certainly about raising money for Safe Places, because working with children and families who have been devastated by violence is a cause that desperately needs funding.
The Cinderella Ball is most certainly about raising awareness as well, because children are victims of every day of sexual violence, family violence, bullying, child maltreatment, abduction, trafficking, and most every other violent crime one could mention.
But The Cinderella Ball is NOT about debutantes and it is most certainly not about "The Prince." As the Cheetah Girls proclaim in their song, Cinderella:
When I was just a little girl, My mama used to tuck me into bed, And she read me a story. It always was about a princess in distress And how a guy would save her And end up with the glory.
I don’t wanna be like Cinderella, Sitting in a dark, cold, dusty cellar, Waiting for somebody to come and set me free. I don’t wanna be like someone waiting For a handsome prince to come and save me . . .I’d rather rescue myself.
I can slay my own dragons. I can dream my own dreams. My knight in shining armor is me. So I'm gonna set me free.
The young women in our program love the enchantment of being presented at the Ball, but what they also know is what they learn as a part of their leadership program: that violence against women and children - sexual violence, domestic abuse, harassment, and violence in any form - is NOT OK!
So The Cinderella Ball and Princess Leadership Program is not about the prince; It's about personal empowerment that allows individuals to live their lives free of violence.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
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Meet my brother, Andrew. You may have read about him in my previous post. What you may not know about him is that he has created quite a stir after an article he wrote a while back about the "race factor" in the election of President Barack Obama. Blog readers who read Safe Places SafeBlog expect to hear about violence. So it seems appropriate to me that you should read about nonviolence here as well. That's where little brother comes in. You see, he has spent the better part of his life writing about the civil rights movement and the heroes of nonviolence in this country. Here's what The Cotton Field Chronicle had to say about his article:
This article, which I understand was written on December 12, 2008, by a History Professor from Macon, GA has mushroomed all over the internet, on blogs, on newspaper websites, and everywhere. It was published in The People's Voice Weekly News, a black weekly out of Alabama, and I have reproduced it here. It is one of the most profound articles I have ever witnessed written by a southern white man, and I am sure that it resonates with most who will read it....
(From The Cotton Field Chronicle http://www.cottonfieldchronicle.com/archives/2009/01/dr-andrew-manis-when-are-we-going-to-get-over-it.html)
I decided that since major publications all over the place have decided to reprint my brother's article for their readers, then I can re-print it as well. After all, he is my brother, and this is my blog. So here's what he wrote that has caused all manner of public comment from sea to shining sea!
When Are We Going to Get Over It? By Dr. Andrew M. Manis For much of the last 40 years, ever since America "fixed" its race problem in the Civil Rights and Voting Rights Acts, we white people have been impatient with African-Americans who continued to blame race for their difficulties. Often we have heard whites ask, "When are African-Americans finally going to get over it?" Now I want to ask "When are we white Americans going to get over our ridiculous obsession with skin color?"
Recent reports that "Election Spurs 'Hundreds' of Race Threats, Crimes" should frighten and infuriate every one of us. Having grown up in "Bombingham," Ala., in the 1960s, I remember overhearing an avalanche of comments about what many white classmates and their parents wanted to do to John and Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King. Eventually, as you may recall, in all three cases, someone decided to do more than "talk the talk." Since our recent presidential election, to our eternal shame, we are once again hearing the same reprehensible talk I remember from my boyhood.
We white people have controlled political life in the disunited colonies and United States for some 400 years on this continent. Conservative whites have been in power 28 of the last 40 years. Even during the eight Clinton years, conservatives in Congress blocked most of his agenda and pulled him to the right.
Yet never in that period did I read any headlines suggesting that anyone was calling for the assassinations of Presidents Nixon, Ford, Reagan or either of the Bushes. Criticize them, yes. Call for their impeachment, perhaps. But there were no bounties on their heads. And even when someone did try to kill Ronald Reagan, the perpetrator was a nonpolitical mental case who wanted merely to impress Jodie Foster.
But elect a liberal who happens to be black, and we're back in the '60s again. At this point in our history, we should be proud that we've proven what conservatives are always saying "” that in America anything is possible, electing a black man as president. But instead, we now hear schoolchildren from Maine to California are talking about wanting to "assassinate Obama."
Fighting the urge to throw up, I can only ask, "How long?" How long before we white people realize we can't make our nation, much less the whole world, look like us? How long until we white people can -- once and for all -- get over this hell-conceived preoccupation with skin color? How long until we white people get over the demonic conviction that white skin makes us superior? How long before we white people get over our bitter resentments about being demoted to the status of equality with nonwhites?
How long before we get over our expectations that we should be at the head of the line merely because of our white skin? How long until we white people end our silence and call out our peers when they share the latest racist jokes in the privacy of our white-only conversations? I believe in free speech, but how long until we white people start making racist loudmouths as socially uncomfortable as we do flag burners? How long until we white people will stop insisting that blacks exercise personal responsibility, build strong families, educate themselves enough to edit the Harvard Law Review, and work hard enough to become president of the United States, only to threaten to assassinate them when they do?
How long before we start "living out the true meaning" of our creeds, both civil and religious, that all men and women are created equal and that "red and yellow, black and white" all are precious in God's sight?
Until this past Nov. 4, I didn't believe this country would ever elect an African-American to the presidency. I still don't believe I'll live long enough to see us white people get over our racism problem. But here's my three-point plan during the Obama administration: First, every day that Barack Obama lives in the White House that Black Slaves Built, I'm going to pray that God (and the Secret Service) will protect him and his family from us white people.
Second, I'm going to report to the FBI anyone I overhear saying, in seriousness or in jest, anything of a threatening nature about President Obama. Third, I'm going to pray to live long enough to see America surprise the world once again, when white people can sing of our damnable color prejudice, "We HAVE overcome."
Andrew M. Manis is associate professor of history at MaconState College in Georgia. He is the author of A Fire You Can't Put Out: The Civil Rights Life of Birmingham's Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth and Macon Black and White. He serves on the steering committee of Macon's Center for Racial Understanding, and last but not least, he is my brother.
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Remembering the Struggle for Civil Rights: Thoughts From a Birmingham Child / a Little Rock Grown Person
With Little Rock Central High within shouting distance of our office, it seems appropriate to be pensive about our collective history. Those of us who actually were children through the Civil Rights movement in this country, especially those of us who lived in the South, have both shared and individual memories of those years. Where we lived determined what specific image marked our psyche. These were images that left permanent and indelible marks. My personal mark, and my earliest one, involved dogs, bombs and firehouses, and a governor standing in front of the door of the University of Alabama.
I was a Birmingham Child, so my image is of four little girls killed in the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church bombing - an indelible mark, to be sure, for a sensitive child. The sensitive child that I was during that time grew up to be a sensitive adult, and so I have adopted another image from my city of residence.
Once a Birmingham Child, I am now a Little Rock Grown Person. One cannot live in Little Rock for almost 30 years, raising a child who was a student of Central High School, and not be marked by these names and the images their lives evoke:
Thelma Mothershed-Wair, Elizabeth Eckford, Ernest Green, Jefferson Thomas, Dr. Terrence Roberts, Carlotta Walls Lanier, Gloria Ray Karlmark, Melba PattilloBeals, and Minnijean Brown Trickey - The Little Rock Nine. Between today and January 19-20 would be a good time take in a new image, and a beautiful one at that. One can do so by visiting Little Rock, where a magnificent sculpture of The Little Rock Nine reminds us how the nine children might have looked on their way into Central High. The memorial is located on the Arkansas State Capitol grounds on the north end of the building off Third Street - ironically, outside the office window of former Governor Faubus who tried to stop the students.
Every time I see these life-size cast bronze statues, I am deeply moved and grateful that I am a student of my history - all of my history, bad or good. When you stand among these statues - designed and sculpted by Little Rock artist John Deering, assisted by his artist wife Kathy - the experience will no doubt leave an imprint on you. I plan to visit the bronze Little Rock Nine this week to make a memory for myself, to mark a time in history for me. I plan to go because I want to remember that one day after we celebrate the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. this year, we will inaugurate Barack Obama as our President.
Here's how Mr. Crallé described the experience of capturing this photo of Elizabeth Eckford:
I asked her to rest for a few minutes by leaning against the statue, saying she must be tired. “I was tired a long time ago”, she murmured. For a brief moment, Elizabeth’s thoughts were somewhere else. I clicked the shutter. She is a strong lady, and her fight continues as she now seeks to protect her son from discrimination.
Why all of this musing on civil rights?
Lots of reasons, I suppose, but for Safe Places SafeBlog it's mostly about what violence has done to us throughout our history. And it's also about the faces of violence we still see every single day . . . the face of inequality, prejudice, racism, hate, unequal power, the face of one person abusively controlling another.
Let's not do it anymore.
Just my thoughts for this moment in history - more later.
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