This absolutely magnificient Weeping Willow grows in Dayton Virginia and is joined by hundreds more. Someone had the good sense to plant these way back when. From way back when to today, they have become the pride of the area. I’ll go back to visit if it’s only for the willows. They are so strong and spread their long willowy arms to the ground yet reach high in the sky to touch the sun. The roots below ground are just as powerful as the limbs above.
That’s how it is with blacks in America. Those brave people who sat where they weren’t suppose to sit and made everyone take notice of the situation are the strength for those who are reaching for the sky. Some are gone and buried but not forgotten. Some are reaching and growing and planting more. But there is still unbroken ground. There is still ground where they can not thrive and we need to make a way so they can grow and thrive on their own. Until each little willow can have a chance to become the one shown above, we must continue to cultivate the land until it is ready for the planting. So much still to be done.
I wrote an article at my examiner site if you care to read it. The title is:
Desegregation through the eyes of a white child I tell you my journey through third grade and our first black child in the classroom. I’ll tell you why white kids did not do more.