By Ernie McCray

I had the honor of spending a day with a room full of progressive School Board Members from around San Diego County.

I wasn’t so sure, at first, as the subject was: Budgets. Whenever I got my budget sheets at my schools, it might as well have been expressed in hieroglyphics – I just can’t relate to language like “Total Available Funds minus Total Outgo.” Gives me vertigo.

I was there, though, to kick things off. And in doing that I shared three poems and one went like this:

Our schools now,
at this stage
of a rapidly aging New Century,
are about to introduce
our kids
to the realm of Ethnic Studies.
Sure does
make sense to me
as the world is
socially and culturally
composed
of a variety
of ethnicities
and nationalities
and diversities
and proclivities
and sensitivities
objectivities
subjectivities
festivities
entities
curiosities
possibilities
potentialities
realities
peculiarities
complexities…

Seems, rational that
who we all are
would be worthy of being studied,
deserving of
a deep delving into,
an unrooting of narratives,
spread far and wide
and deep and high
and mutitudes of
points-of-view…

Everybody should get their due…

It’s all about perspectives.
Everybody has one.

All Earth People have a song
that must be sung,
an adventure
that must be told
in all its nuances
and tempos
and tones;
in all its drama,
its sadnesses
and losses
and trials
and tribulations,
some long ago overcome,
some yet
to be overcome.

Within Ethnic Studies
there lies
an opportunity
for fellow human beings
to hear and feel
each other’s stories,
to see deeply
into each other’s humanity:
who we/they are
where we’ve/they’ve been,
our loving moments,
our highs,
our lows,
our moments of sin.

Ethnic Studies
holds the key
to human understanding
on a scale more sweeping
than any mortal
on this planet
has ever seen.

Ethnic Studies
is all of us
and it can do all the just claimed
if we embrace it and allow it to.
That goes for the poet
and everybody he’s talking to.

Oh, and I could tell the way everybody listened that “budget-wise” these people would find ways in their complicated budgets to support learning that’s relevant to everyone’s needs – no matter where they fall in our economy, no matter their ethnicity.

I drove home with a smile. Such a nice day.

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Ernie McCray

I was raised in a loving and alive home, in a black neighborhood filled with colorful characters in Tucson, Arizona. Such an environment gave me a hint that life has to be grabbed by the tail as tight as a pimple on a mosquito's butt. With no BS and a whole lot of love. So, from those days to now I get up every morning set on making the world a better place. On my good foot*, and I hope my writing reflects that. *an old black expression

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