Four elder White men
by a woodstove in Vermont
with an elephant.
At our men's discussion group last night we talked about James Baldwin's message about how we carry our history in us, we are our history and if we don't know that, and know our history, we don't know ourselves, and if we don't know ourselves, it is easy to see how our shadow can run things and get away with it because we simply aren't paying attention. Well, that isn't exactly what Baldwin said but it's close enough.
Four of us, white guys, sitting around the woodstove in a cozy, clean room outside the house. No chance of being surveilled by the NSA. We could have talked about anything we wanted. If we had been white supremicists we could have talked that talk. If we had been terrorists, we could have talked that talk, planned our next terrorist act in total secrecy. But we were just 4 educated middle-aged white guys with knitted brows trying to figure out how to live the rest of our lives in such a way that our descendants would be proud of us.
So, taking this in, let me say again, there we were, four of us, middle-aged white guys . . . and our history . . . the elephant in the room, and we saw it.