Since everyone has been making such a fuss about the movie The Help, I decided to read the book. It’s hard to find the time to read, so it’s going to take me a while to get through. Tonight I’m up late, drinking coffee, batch editing, and reading…and now blogging about it, I guess. I’m not even half way through it yet, so this isn’t any kind of review or whatever.
It’s just that I’m so glad that the way of life portrayed in this book is so foreign and crazy to me. Not that I haven’t witnessed or even been a part of treating someone unfairly because of the color of their skin, because I have. But nothing like my parents and their parents before them.
When I have talked to Jackson about segregation and Martin Luther King, Jr., and Rosa Parks he is just dumfounded and can’t begin to believe people were treated that way. One day he asked me why it was that way. And I just told him that there was a time when white people thought they were better than black people. And that even today many people still feel that way.
And I’ll never forget. He looked at me and made a disgusted face and said, “Well, that’s just stupid.”
Yes, it is.
Even today things are much more segregated than they should be for reasons I don’t understand. I hope as my kids and eventually my grandkids grow up, that time in our history will seem even more foreign and crazy to them.
I better get back to my reading and editing.