Every year my child’s Quaker school celebrates Martin Luther King Day with a peaceful march through the surrounding neighborhood. The kids make signs, talk about Dr. King in big meeting, and share poems, songs, and skits about his life and work. The march concludes with the whole school standing together and singing “We Shall Overcome.”
This march is one of my favorite parts of the school year. I’m not the only parent who makes time to come and walk with our kids, reading signs and singing together as we march. I was surprised to learn a few years ago (but really should not have been) that most white people my age have not seen Eyes On The Prize, did not study the Civil Rights Movement in high school or college, and therefore do not know so many of the Movement songs that I associate with marching, protest, and MLK Day. I love looking around the circle to see so many caring faces, from the littlest kindergarteners to the oldest teachers, and hearing such a variety of voices lifted together in celebration, defiance, and hope.
This year, I was struck very particularly by “we are not afraid.” I realized, as I sang that assertion, that I am afraid almost all of almost every day, to some degree or another. I am afraid of acting and not acting. Afraid of the consequences of my choices and the impacts of things outside of my control. Afraid for myself, for my family, for my neighbors, for the country and the world. Afraid that the past that dogs my heels will never stop impacting my present, driving my future.
What does it mean to stand in the face of illness, disability, white supremacist capitalist patriarchy, violence, imprisonment, and fascism and say, “We are not afraid today.” How can we reasonably be anything other than afraid?
It is a well-worn cliché that bravery is not the absence of fear, but action in the face of it. Our children are barely old enough to touch the edge of what they will have to bear in this world, and still it is so much for so many of them. All we can do is keep going, one step after another, while raising our voices together, choosing not to be controlled by fear.