I am sitting in a coffee shop in Old Dublin, Ohio, the original part of town now built up and littered with hipster twee shops and restaurants. This Tehku Tea Shop, I was pleased to find, is owned and run by a woman and an immigrant. It is a small little shop only one block behind a Starbuck’s, and I was pleased to help keep it going.
I think of my mom saying, “It’s nice to be nice to the nice,” and telling me, when I was a child, to “Be nice.” Be a nice girl. Do things that nice girls do, like brush their hair, keep their legs together, smile. (You guessed it: sometimes I don’t do these things.)
Day 14 – N
Number of States Visited in the United States
Thanks to educational road trips as a child, I have been lucky enough to visit many of the states in the United States, I daresay more than half. This is the first time I’ve counted all 50. (So I am excluding the territories. Just like our constitution does during election time.)
If we were having coffee, we would be here for a long time since its been awhile since we met! We had birthday parties, both in Ohio and in St. Louis. (Oh yeah, Wee One is two. What did you do that she has to be two? 🙂
Last May, I wrote a post about a fellow blogger, Rarasaur. She was about to be put into prison for a crime she didn’t commit, (here’s her story here) and I was moved by the wickedness of a criminal “justice” system that essentially bullied an innocent person.
I saw an update on her today – she’s getting out of prison after 15 months. 15 months. The Wee One wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye, I was still living in St. Louis, I was still working, but I wasn’t a rennie yet.
I’d thought about her several times over the past few months, and I was glad to learn that she’s getting out (hence this post passing the good news on.)
I have talked a little bit about Ferguson about this blog, and I’ve talked about social justice and privilege as well. I want to be an ally in the effort to change the system that eradicates these privileges, but I’m not too sure how to do that, or how to do it effectively. Really be an ally and not “a great white savior,” ’cause I’m not.
As I have written several times lately, I was raised in St. Louis. Police action in one of our suburbs, Ferguson (yes, legally it’s a small town, but it’s really a suburb of St. Louis), has been the center of protests around the world over the past week, but especially in the U.S. The night it was announced the officer would not face criminal charges for killing a young man, different parts of the city – literally – burned. Cars and buildings were on fire and in other ways destroyed and fire crews couldn’t get to them for the force and crush of people on the streets.