Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Dreaming of Reparations

Sometimes I think about reparations . . . like if the United States was to finally say, "For enslaving and brutalizing your ancestors, for stealing their labor and launching a continual assault against the Black family, for denying land, home ownership, for violating the promise of 40 Acres and a mule, for denying college admissions and employment, for lynchings, for church bombings, attack dogs, water hoses, for assassinations of leaders, for COINTELPRO, for police brutality, for the myriad injustices . . . we offer you reparations, and you get to decide what would be fair. What would that be like?

It would feel like relief. It would be like paying off our school loan debt and credit card debt that came from trying to make sure our children could enjoy a Montessori education, and so our cars (and now car) could keep running.

It would look like buying clothes, shoes and outerwear whenever we need them, not when we could afford them, or had room on credit cards.

It would be like affording to clean up the wooded lot we "own," paying for a fence, landscaping, a new deck, new doors, new floors, renovated bathrooms, another car . . .

It would look like simply paying our cell phone bills without trying to figure out which least maxed out credit card we'll put the payment on.

It would be like paying for driving school for our teens without having to try to figure out how. 

It would be like taking our children around the world, flying first class. Not having to worry about how to pay for passport fees, new luggage, nice hotels or fancy restaurants.

It would be like having them choose the colleges of their choice without worrying about how to pay their tuition, room and board or meal plan.

It would be getting Hamilton tickets for the four of us. Really good seats.

It would be our children coming home with the brochures about upcoming school trips to Spain and a musical tour of Europe - looking at our beautiful, brilliant, hard-working, focused, talented, deserving of every good thing in this world children and just saying yes.  

I wouldn't need to put medical payments on a payment plan, be scared of how to pay the high co-pay if this kidney stone doesn't stop growing and I end up needing another surgery, and I wouldn't have to be so concerned about the speed of work related travel reimbursements.

It would feel like freedom.