24 Dec 2014 / by Annetta Sutton
See With Different Eyes
The people who are invisible make this world work. Make a difference-everyday.These invisible people, with many different skin colors, do not make the 6:00 news unless they, like the two officers are executed. They don’t make the front page of the newspaper or even on social media. Why? They are invisible. They quietly do their work.
The other night something wonderful was on the news about cops taking children shopping. This isn’t new either. Twenty five years ago my children were the recipients of shopping with Cops at Christmas in Bismarck, North Dakota. And we never forgot it. It made our Christmas.
Some people may be dismissive and say, “That would never work today”.Or “That was South Dakota.” People have not changed. Our attitude has. Returning to a collective conscious is one way to bring us back to those timeless values. Instead of using a weapon, or with bullying, sitting down and talking.
It begins at the kitchen table. The same father, who as a sheriff, required without question, the family to be together at the dinner table, After everyone participated in the preparing the meal, we always began the meal with prayer, It was simple. We set the table, talking while doing so, shared the day at the meal. It was followed by cleaning the table, washing the dishes and preparing for the next day.
Dad once said, “We have become a nation of grazers. And it will have repercussions.” Grazing in the kitchen instead of setting at the table-talking. It all begins at the kitchen table. And remarkably many of those invisible people sat at our table-the homeless, the cleaning lady, the cop, the alcoholic and the prisoner. Dad not only didn’t carry a gun, he also didn’t believe in locking people up. So ‘prisoners’ often ate at our table, sometimes babysat the younger children if we had a school function. Invisible people made visible. Seen with different eyes. Invisible people, who like my Dad, made a difference in this world and continue to do so. Oh, and one of the most common discussions at that table is how athletics are important, just not the be all and end all. Dad also said when basketball began to be scheduled two nights a week, “It will be the ruination of the family because it will pull families out of their homes twice a week, then three times and then, God forbid even more.” Hum.
The beautiful things, the truths, that can happen at kitchen tables.
Dad, again, was right.