Op/Ed

Letter to the editor: A missed opportunity to take a stand against racism

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”
— Martin Luther King Jr.
 
Many years ago my husband and I attended a music bash that was organized and hosted by some friends of ours. It was an annual event that we had gone to for several years, with musicians coming in from all corners of Vermont and beyond. Though bluegrass seemed to be the most popular genre, it was an eclectic gathering. With lots of food, high spirits, and friendly energy, it was a fun event.
But my experience at this gathering changed one year, unexpectedly. It changed on a dime, actually, while I was schmoozing with a woman in her 70s (who was showing me her wild blue electric guitar). It was then that a big raucous voice from behind grabbed my attention.  “Hey, where’d you get a fancy guitar like that?” one fellow asked another.
“What did you do, chase down a n***** and steal it from him?” It was a strange and suspended moment. The words crashed into my mind, just as a wave of laughter rose up behind me. I was stunned and felt disoriented for a moment. Where am I? What just happened? I excused myself from the conversation I was in, found my husband, and suggested that we leave. “I’m not comfortable here anymore,” I told him.
But I did not push back on what I heard at all. I didn’t say, “Excuse me, but I’m offended by that kind of talk.” I didn’t say that I found the words to be mean-spirited and ugly, and not the slightest bit funny. I didn’t say anything at all.
I can think of many reasons why I didn’t say anything. I hate confrontations. I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned. I didn’t want to create a problem for our friends who were hosting. I was afraid. I didn’t know what kind of reaction I would get. I didn’t want to make a scene. I didn’t want to ruffle feathers or be offensive.
But I wish I had spoken up. I still think about it, though many years have passed. I missed an opportunity to take a stand and push back on racism. Speaking up is something we can control, and the truth is there’s no way to know what impact our efforts will have. Someone there may have heard me and been inspired by my courage and convictions. Someone else may have thought twice before spewing racial jokes. Or maybe they would have ignored me or pushed back with aggression, but at least I would have taken a stand, and not condoned their behavior through my silence.
These are tricky times. Sometimes it’s hard to know which end is up, but sometimes it’s crystal clear. May we remember that our silence is part of the equation, our silence holds the status quo in place, whether we want it to or not.  May we all find the words we want and the courage we need to speak up when the situation calls for it … for the sake of our friends, known and unknown.
Linda Anderson Krech
Monkton

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