I was reading an interview with Maya Angelou this morning. In answer to a question about black writers being influenced not only by race but by circumstances, these words jumped off the page and grabbed me:
“Our grandmothers and great grandmothers and grandfathers and uncles and fathers told us, ‘You’re the best we have.’ …In my generation one was told, ‘You represent the race.’ And my goodness that was a piece of a burden, and a wonderful chore, a wonderful charge.”
It made me wonder: What if we told every child that same thing, every day – not about any particular race, not even about the human race, but about our whole planet?
What if every day we encouraged every child to feel, “You represent our planet”?
And what if we each felt that for ourselves? What would that make possible?