Strange Fruit

Josh is studying the civil War, and of course, my little engineer is all over it.
Slavery was a big part of the civil war, and so we had a wonderful discussion about the whole thing- how stupid we are to fight amongst ourselves, and yet we had to in order to help "right" a "wrong". And how Great Britain is no more at fault than Africa is, or we are. Or Hitler for that matter.
Anyway, I made a decision.
I showed them a video for "strange fruit".
It was very, very disturbing. I double dog dare you to youtube it and watch the whole thing. I'll be wrecked for a few days now, but I had them watch it and so I watched it also.
Real people, real hangings, real dead bodies, real bodies with whip marks, horrible, deep, awful marks all over....
they were disturbed. It affected my children.
My innocent children lost a little bit of their innocence today. I took it from them. It wasn't just a story anymore, now they have seen it.
CJ said "Well, it wasn't *us* that did it." and I told him that yes, actually, it was, and it's our job now to make sure that NO PERSON EVER is treated that way again. When we walk away from something that is clearly not okay and let someone be hurt, that is what we are doing to them. We have to take responsibility for the things that have gone on. The holocaust- what the fuck took us so long to get our asses in there? Besides the people who didn't believe it was our job to stick our noses into their business...slippery slope I guess, huh? Who the fuck thought it was okay to buy and sell humans and break up families and treat another human that way?
I think I'm still pissed about being ignored in my dream.
And the weather is bullshit.
I'm going to take a nap and try to forget all the strange fruit hanging from poplar trees now.