tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post3175723825373748056..comments2024-01-13T22:42:35.981-06:00Comments on Motherhood & Words®: on empathykate hopperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08761820572827505993noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-81076458117767201692007-10-14T04:10:00.000-05:002007-10-14T04:10:00.000-05:00I used that photo for a visual analysis a few week...I used that photo for a visual analysis a few weeks ago, and some of my students actually believed that the white women in the photo were marching WITH Elizabeth Eckford. I mean, it was a cultural thing - they didn't know the history yet and don't have that sense of the racial tension between blacks and whites in America that Americans are taught about - but it floored me - I mean, how can you not see the hatred? - then again, we were just starting to grapple with the concept of analysis. Still. It wasn't pretty.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-25276720756855616622007-10-13T11:52:00.000-05:002007-10-13T11:52:00.000-05:00Wow Kate! This is the first time I have been to y...Wow Kate! This is the first time I have been to your web site and this post on Empathy has hit me like a bag of ROCKS! I have felt those same emotions when I see that picture of Elizabeth Eckford, all dressed up in her best school clothes, looking like a sweet little dolly, being HATED by those ignorant parents. How could anyone hate an innocent child?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-64502829174625890262007-10-11T14:23:00.000-05:002007-10-11T14:23:00.000-05:00i currently live in the south. sometimes i see chi...i currently live in the south. sometimes i see children who are still being raised in hatred. old texan towns don't give up too easily. i see the hatred grow into who they are. i see it when they are 2, 6, 10 years old. and the words that spew from their mouth make me want to vomit and shake both them and their parents. they are bred and born and swim constantly in hatred. so they grow up thinking this is normal. that everyone else is not seeing clearly. it's shocking to me, to this day, that this type of hatred exists and i want to sit down with the parents and talk with them. but they, too, were raised in the hatred and see no wrong in it. i talk and my words fall on deaf ears. it's so very sad, the cycle they are perpetuating throughout their lives, and i wonder how can such humans feel nothing in their heart, feel no recognition of themselves in others. when here i am contantly seeing my reflection in the eyes of others. it feels like two separate worlds.<BR/><BR/>thanks for your thought provoking postAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-50759844680358667522007-10-11T11:25:00.000-05:002007-10-11T11:25:00.000-05:00Kate, I love this post. The words are so clear, so...Kate, I love this post. The words are so clear, so compelling. I often also feel like you about "catching up" with magnificent writers. However, I sort of felt that, in my case, it was because I didn't grow up in this country. I guess, this is common. Thank you for your recommendations. I have gotten other books of poetry that you recommended in the past and I now love to read poetry (you see I thought I would only enjoy reading poetry in Spanish :) (this myth has been dispelled....) warmly...iaIneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11413507353368456961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-85534214773866623142007-10-11T09:05:00.000-05:002007-10-11T09:05:00.000-05:00i love this. "if i had been..." what a beautiful s...i love this. "if i had been..." what a beautiful stepping off point.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-85458181339112497542007-10-11T08:04:00.000-05:002007-10-11T08:04:00.000-05:00Fascinating post. Very thought provoking. Not on...Fascinating post. Very thought provoking. Not only does it remind me that I need to rise to the challenge of imagining the lives others are living that are beyond my experience but it highlights a common complaint I find I often have as a foreign mother. If these local moms wouldn't want a bunch of strangers pointing at their children and running up and asking them to speak Japanese, why do they seem offended when I express distaste for it being done to my children? If it would offend them to have someone tell them that their Japanese is surprisingly good, why don't they get it that it offends my daughters to be told that they speak their native language amazingly well? <BR/> It is so easy to get caught up on this side of the thing--why don't they understand ME? But it is so much more vital for me to get to that other side and try to understand their lives that are outside my own experience.<BR/>Thanks for the reminder.coarse gold girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06004484019542589905noreply@blogger.com