If you’d like a quick lesson on the lunacy of Confederate monuments, you should explain them to kids. Pare it down as much as possible, don’t let your bias cloud the water.
There was a war — the north versus the south. The south lost. These statues are to commemorate the soldiers that fought for the south.
“But they…lost?” said my seven-year-old, applying common sense to the situation.
I hadn’t even mentioned the issue of slavery.
School is still in session in our county, and this week I decided that the most relevant lesson my kids could get would be a homeschool field trip to the Robert E. Lee monument in Richmond City.
Plans are underway to remove the statue. In the meantime, it has been grafittied, decorated, and has become a focal point of race relations in our city.
“Mom, is it going to be dangerous?” one of my kids asked.
No, it will not be dangerous. The monument has become what it was never meant to be — a gathering place for the celebration and empowerment of black people.
As we drove downtown, we kept talking. I told them about the recent protests, police brutality, and systematic racism. Our conversation only barely scratched the surface.
I told them that in response to the protests, a lot of Confederate monuments were being taken down.
“Wait. There are A LOT of these?” my seven-year-old asked.
As in, she thought we were going to the ONE Confederate monument. That once this one was gone, there would be no more.
No. In fact, on our drive we would pass several Confederate monuments, and streets, schools memorializing the Confederacy. This issue is pervasive. It’s everywhere you look.
I had prepared myself for the language that decorates the monuments. My older two kids can read, and as we passed Stonewall Jackson, one of them read obscene graffiti.
“What does that mean?” he asked, repeating the word.
Before I could even tell him to not say it, he’d repeated it four times. I had already thought through my response. I explained that angry people use strong language to express themselves.
What I hadn’t planned for is that the monument has been turned into a memorial. It is encircled with photos and stories of black people who have been killed by police. My kids can read, and these names, faces, and stories were on display.
I’ve talked about police brutality; I’ve explained George Floyd’s death. I have not talked about Tamir Rice, or Trayvon Martin, or Aiyana Stanley-Jones.
I couldn’t slowly and delicately explain them like I’m wont to do. I had a moment of panic, then suddenly I felt emboldened. I rushed them to Ahmaud Arbery. Do you see this man? He was out for a run. HE WAS RUNNING. This happened two months ago! Mommy goes running every day. Do you see this boy? He was walking home from the store. Do you see this boy? He was playing in the park.
“Mom, that picture of the little girl? How old was she when she died?”
Seven. She was seven. And she was asleep when she was shot by police.
This is why they’re angry. This is why they used those words.
When the COVID-19 quarantine started, I told the kids that they were living through a moment in history. I encouraged them to journal and take note of changes they see around them, and how they feel through it all.
Now here we are, in a different moment in history that we couldn’t have predicted, but has been welling up for centuries.
I wanted them to see it for themselves, to feel the Richmond heat and let it soak into their bones.
David read every single memorial. Mary took photos with the camera she got for her birthday. Thomas asked for snacks, and Anna clung to my leg. We all breathed hot breath through our masks, reminders that we’re still in the middle of a global pandemic.
Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now…
Such a hard but worthy trip to take! Trying to explain these important issues to our children is essential, yet it’s such a delicate balance of how much to share.
Wow. Had no idea they looked this way nowadays – very powerful. Thanks for sharing!
Wow what a learning experience for your children! It sounds like you are doing a great job figuring out how to share these times and this movement with them.
Great job mom! The change has to start with us, in any way we can.
It’s amazing how you took this moment in time to make it an educational experience for your children.
What an amazing and thoughtful lesson. We don’t give our kids enough credit! Good job momma!
This is an experience they will always remember. I love that you didn’t shield them from the obscenity and explained it so perfectly. What an inspiring mom you are!
Wow! I’m really speechless.
What great lessons to teach your kids and how bold you are to take them there. I would be worried my middle son would learn too many words and keep repeating them. I know that’s not the point. The conversations you were able to have are incredible. Thank you for raising good humans <3
What a learning lesson for the kids! History is important to learn from so we don’t repeat the same mistakes. It’s such a tough time right now but we can still always learn and try to do better. You did amazing having those hard conversations.
Wow, these pictures tell quite a story. It is quite sad to see what is happening to our people and nation.
Thank you mama for educating and taking your kids so that they have a present connecting with this movement. You left a comment at my blog imperfectcaressa.com and you have made a subscriber out of me!