Dr. James Whitfield

transformation

Still

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This week I found out that I will be a Grandfather to a precious baby girl next summer. As we watched the video of their adorable gender reveal, chills ran through my body. As the slice of cake transitions from black and white to reveal the pink center, my heart melts. I am going to be a girl grandpa!

Be Still and Commit to the Process

I swear I had my final reflective word for 2023 picked out for about a month now. It was gonna be something real sly to cap off the year. But now, equipped with this marvelous revelation, I was reminded of one of the strongest lessons this whole process has taught me – don’t get too far ahead of yourself. It defeats the purpose of being in a state of true reflection. Just BE STILL in the moment and allow yourself the space to simply BE.

When I began this journey I thought the biggest challenge would be actually finding the time to actually write it. While there have been times where I got the piece out on a Saturday instead of a Friday, each week I found ways to get it done. I was committed to the process.

There were a few weeks where writer’s block kicked in. Several weeks were largely a blur, and there just didn’t seem to be anything that really jumped out. It was in those moments where I realized there was a need to dig deeper, beyond surface reflections. I also came to rest, knowing that each week didn’t have to be some profound, life-changing reflection. Sometimes it was just a simple lesson I may have been reminded of, a family member I’d thought about, the love and appreciation I have for my wife, or the deep love and gratitude that comes with being a father. 

Over time, it became what it was supposed to be – a truly reflective journey. It didn’t have to be some cataclysmic event that happened in the world, or to me. It could be as simple as embracing the time and space to sit, think, feel, and be. To say this year has been transformative in this sense is an understatement. Quite honestly, I could not have written a more fitting script to finish out this year’s journey. 

Grandpa Era

I’m so excited to embark on the new year. I know that 2024 will bring about a new, beautiful transformation as I enter my Grandpa Era. My grandparents are no longer with us. Kerrie’s have passed on, as well. In our small, close-knit family, the only grandparent that’s around for our children is Kerrie’s mother, Colleen. Both of our fathers live out of state and we don’t get an opportunity to see them much at all. And there is not a day that passes that I don’t think about how much of a presence my mother would be in Jordan, Lauren, and Landon’s lives. 

It’s quite perplexing how some who have every opportunity to be involved in their grandchildren’s lives will find every opportunity not to. Then you have those who you know would give their last breath for their grandchildren, yet they have no breath left to give. I know that’s just the way life goes, but the irony can be infuriatingly confusing.

Through it all, I can only control what I can control. And that is simply being who I need to be for my family. By no means a perfect man, but a steady, positive presence in the lives of the people I love. 

Long ago I came to the realization that it’s not necessarily others who disappoint us. It’s our expectations of others to do something that is simply beyond their capacity that disappoints us. So, with that, I choose to lean into it, control what I can control, let go of resentment, love from afar, and be for my family that which I longed for as a child, young man, and now, as an adult. 

None of this ever came down to earthly possessions for me. The person who loved me more than anything in this world had nothing material to leave me when she left the earth. But what she did leave was her spirit of love, affection, and compassion. She left her relentless work ethic and tenacity for standing up for those in need. She left me her joy in the face of adversity, her ability to take notice, and celebrate the small things in life. My mother left me with a legacy that dwells deep within my soul. She sits here with me, today, on what would be my mother’s 67th birthday, putting the final touches on my last reflective piece of 2023. Happy Birthday, Mama! I love you! Thank you for continuing to guide my hand in all things!

Transitioning to What’s Next

This has been one of the most challenging things I’ve ever done…and that’s coming from someone who’s undergone the grueling beast of completing a pretty arduous doctoral program. I’ve tried to keep it as authentic and raw as I possibly could. There were moments of joy, pain, chaos, clarity, peace, conflict, anger, frustration, comfort, learning, unlearning, and everything in between. And isn’t that life? This journey has left an indelible impact on the way I will navigate the next chapters that unfold. 

Many asked if I will continue these weekly reflections. I’ve yet to land on a firm answer to that question, but it definitely is my plan to continue to grow as a writer. And, with that, comes a lot of writing.

Prior to January of this year, much of my writing was in isolation – for my eyes only – hyper-focused on capturing my experience since July of 2021, when our world absolutely imploded. It has always been my hope to partner with a publisher, at some point, to tell that story. Not so much the story the media wanted to run with, but the real story that needs to be shared. A narrative that helps shine a light on what truly plagues our communities, and how we build a meaningful way forward for our kids and each other.

This year has given me the space to take a step back from a trauma-filled last couple years. This process has slowly allowed me to reclaim pieces of me that had been beaten, battered, and stripped away. While the healing continues to this day, I am in a much better place through taking this year’s journey. I have started the process of narrowing down prospective agents to help guide this endeavor and I am excited to see what’s next!

Acknowledgments

I want to thank you all for joining me on this crazy journey. Even those who may have just popped in for one or two blogs – I appreciate you. I hope you found something that resonated with you. 

Some of you have been consistent partners in this endeavor to complete this journey. Truly, my biggest cheerleaders. Each week you’ve left feedback on my website or you’ve made comments when I’ve posted my musing is in longform on social media. There are far too many of you to thank individually. Please know that I am forever grateful for you. 

To my amazing wife, Kerrie – thank you so much for always believing in me and pushing me on towards things I once thought impossible. You inspire me every day. I am so very fortunate to have you by my side on this magically wild ride through life. You are my rock, my best friend, my everything! I love you!

To my children, Jordan, Lauren, and Landon – you are God’s greatest gifts. I’m so honored to be your father. It has been such a joy to watch your journeys unfold; each so very unique, yet similar, at the same time. You enrich my life in more than I can put together in words. Thank you for being my north star, my loves! I’m forever in your corner!

The Gift of the Next Chapter 

Every day. Each week. Each month that we get is truly a gift, no matter where we may land on the spinning wheel of emotion and circumstances. Sooner or later, things will get better. And, in a moment, things can get worse. But the wheel will keep on turning. 

It is my deepest hope and prayer that as you navigate the days and weeks ahead is that you will grant yourself the grace to be still in the moments. Whether good or bad, there are lessons to be learned but so often we’re too busy trying to move to the next leg of the journey that we miss them. 

Make time to reflect often. It doesn’t have to be a blog post. It could be a sticky note, a note on your phone, a text to a loved one with your thoughts – it can be whatever. But make the time to practice self-reflection. I encourage you to make a habit of it. Set a frequent reminder to do so to begin. Over time, I guarantee you’ll find yourself more dialed in than you’ve ever been and you won’t need the reminder.

For many of us, we will be embarking on new endeavors as the calendar year turns. For some (myself included), it will be the all too familiar chase of better health in the new year. Others may be looking to transition to a new career path or promotional aspirations. There’s a couple (or two) out there who are venturing out into the new waters of a serious relationship. And some families out there are looking to become first time parents.

In all situations, trust the process. There will be times of frustration. There will be times that things are going smoothly. And there will be times where it will seem frustratingly smooth. It’s all part of your unique journey towards what’s next for you. I can’t wait to see what the new year brings you! 

Thanks again for being here! Wishing you peace and abundance in your next chapter, and beyond!

 

Evolve

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Commitment coupled with feedback and accountability is a very powerful mechanism for growth. From the beginning of 2023, I’ve committed to writing this reflective blog. In such, I’ve tried to capture everything from feelings, life events, and various happenings across society. Truth be told, I was hesitant to make this commitment public, as I had deep concerns as to how much time I would have to devote to such an endeavor. 

But here we are. And you, the reader, have stood in the gap on so many occasions over the course of this year. Family, friends, and complete strangers, have been a strong source of encouragement and accountability throughout this journey. 

Accountability Can Actually Be a Good Thing

I’m in public education in Texas, so I know the word “accountability” tends to leave a bad taste in folk’s mouths. Over time, it has seemingly been used as a gotcha-type weapon. We won’t delve into the convoluted mess that is the testing and accountability system in Texas. Trust me, it would only make your head hurt. Conversely,  the accountability that you, the reader, have offered to me is something quite different.

Along this journey through life, our receptiveness to feedback, level of commitment to that which we hold dear, and willingness to embrace accountability is key to our growth. And, sometimes, we get in our own way when it comes to these different qualities. I know that’s been the case for me, especially in my younger days.

Guidance Beyond The Court

In my first year of high school, I had a very small, tight knit group of friends that I associated with. As the years passed on and I began to take on more of a leadership role within the basketball program at Midland High School, my circle expanded. This was not always for the better.

My basketball coach, Jack Stephenson, played such a huge role in my life as a young man. He was relational, receptive, and had his hand on the pulse of anything and everything that was going on with his players. He cared at a deep level. And as my circle grew, the conversations became more frequent. 

“James, you have to decide what you want to do and who you want to be. You’re as talented as they come, but you’ve gotta be careful about your circle – birds of a feather flock together”, he’d say on many occasions. Over time, I would find myself in the precarious situations that many young wayward teens often find themselves. And, as usual, Coach was spot-on. 

Among various family members and friends in the neighborhood there was plenty of opportunity to get caught up. He saw it and, without being preachy or judgmental, had deep guided conversations with me about my future. Coach Stephenson’s office door was always open to any and all who needed him. I remember more than one session in that office where he was trying to ensure I stayed on the right path. If I’m completely honest, on more than one occasion I left thinking “dude just doesn’t want me to have any fun.” But, over time, that time and wisdom he shared would show up in powerful ways.

He was offering feedback. Giving me a space to be, feel, and reflect. He knew my commitment to playing college basketball. He also knew that I was going to become a father in March of my senior year. And he was there to hold me accountable for that which I’d committed to.

Turn The Page

While I would go on to graduate and eventually fulfill that commitment, it was not without multiple failures. So many missed opportunities and hard lessons learned. Through it all, I could hear the countless conversations with Coach Stephenson ringing in my being. My grandmother, My Ma, was there to offer her love, unyielding support, encouragement, and willingness to hold me accountable to my commitments. My young son, Jordan, who was just a baby at the time, was there, looking back at me in a way that said “keep going, Pops”. 

Commitment, Accountability, and Feedback were determinant factors in my growth as a young man who had such high hopes, but such a chaotic scene to make sense of.

I truly do not know where I’d be today without these monumental figures in my life along the way. As I look back on the weekly words chosen over the course of this reflective blog journey it is clear that, much like my life, it has been filled with twists and turns, joys and pains, and unbelievable highs and devastating lows. But, yet, here I am. Writing these words. Living this life. Embracing every moment as it comes. And committed to continued growth and positive impact over the course of the time I have left here on this earth.

Gratitude and Growth 

As we head into the last several weeks of this journey I just want to thank you. Thanks for every comment, every share, every “like” and/or “love”. Thank you for all the emails where you shared your connection to the piece. Your feedback has been greatly appreciated and welcomed. And that feedback has been a strong, steady mechanism of accountability. Thank you for helping me grow. And, I hope that maybe even in some small way, I have been part of your growth, as well. Wishing you all the best this Christmas season as we round our 2023.

And to Coach Stephenson, I love you so much. I’m so grateful for your presence in my life. Merry Christmas, Coach!

 

Weekly With Whitfield – Unscripted

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As the days of 2023 dwindle down, only 16 weeks remain in this calendar year. To those who have faithfully followed my weekly reflections, thank you for being a part of this introspective journey. For those joining for the first time, a warm welcome. Regardless of where you stand, know that your presence is valued, and I’m genuinely delighted that you’re here. My wish is that this year has unfolded just as you’d hoped it would.

The Weekly Reflection Challenge

Writing this weekly blog has brought with it a unique and beautiful challenge. I have always been a deeply reflective person. But I cannot think of a time in my life where I dedicated time at the end of each week to reflect on what that time had presented me. There have been many weeks where I’ve struggled to find a word that truly captured my thoughts and feelings. But, every time, God laid something on my heart to share.

This journey has been an unscripted one. But such is life. I have no earthly idea what I’m going to write about at the beginning of each week. I won’t lie, early on, I tried to force it. But it never fit. The things I felt I needed to talk about or wanted to talk about never seemed to be what I actually wrote about, in the end. And this has made the journey more genuine, authentic, and therapeutic for me.

Unscripted Lessons

Life’s unscripted moments often hold the most profound lessons. While plans have their place, they can sometimes pale in comparison to the grand design that the universe, or in my case, God, has in store for us. We may attempt to force our personal narratives into the script, but more often than not, they fail to fit. Life’s greatest surprises, blessings, and revelations emerge when we relinquish control and embrace the unscripted. 

Reflecting on these past weeks, I am reminded that the most impactful adventures often arise when we surrender the pen that drafts our life’s script. I’ve gazed up in awe at the grace, mercy, and provision that God has bestowed upon me.

An Unforeseen Journey

This past holiday weekend I had the opportunity to visit Seaside, Florida with my family and good friends. This trip was not something we planned, but a generous opportunity was extended by some good friends. Completely unforeseen, all of a sudden, we were loading up the Expedition, headed to the Florida panhandle. 

Though brief in duration, those three days were filled with unforgettable moments, too numerous to recount in this humble blog post. What we lacked in time, we made up for in moments.

Finding Joy Amidst the Challenges

The trip was an absolute blast, not because everything unfolded perfectly – quite the contrary. We encountered our fair share of unexpected challenges, from navigating a busted golf cart in the dark to a tangle with jellyfish, and even a near mishap with a stop sign. Yet, in these seemingly exasperating moments, we found joy in these “you’ve gotta be kidding me” moments that popped up. 

This trip served as a vivid reminder of the beauty inherent in an unscripted life. Had I known about the golf cart’s sudden breakdown on our way to dinner, I might have opted for the car and missed out on the deep belly laughs and crazy commentary that filled that peculiar ride. There’s so much more to share, but some experiences defy adequate description – you truly had to be there. What I can attest to is that, despite the chaos, it was so much fun!

Navigating the Unchartered Waters of Life

As I reflect on the past week and the broader journey of my life, I’m so grateful that I’ve not held the script in my own hands. Many of the trying moments, pains, and frustrations I’ve endured would likely have been edited out in a quest to construct a “perfect” life. In doing so, I might have overlooked the remarkable treasures hidden just beyond the curtain of despair.

I don’t possess all the answers, and I’m content with that uncertainty. My path is one of faith, a willingness to embrace challenges, and an unwavering commitment to celebrating the moments of joy that grace my journey. I will continue to navigate the uncharted territory of this unscripted life, knowing that it is in these unanticipated moments where the true essence of existence thrives. And I hope you will, too.

Weekly With Whitfield – I’m Back

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On March 18th, 1995, a 16 year-old basketball junkie, would hear two words that sent him through the roof with excitement.

On October 6th, 1993, his favorite player walked away from the game of basketball in the prime of his career. Michael Jordan, the greatest basketball player to ever grace the hardwood – I said it – announced his retirement from the NBA.

That kid was me. My mother and I had just watched his Chicago Bulls secure a three-peat just months earlier and all was well in the world. And I was completely devastated. But while my childhood hero was no longer in the game, my love for the game continued to grow. I was determined, like so many kids of that day, to be “Like Mike” (sorry, not sorry, for that jingle ringing in your head the rest of the day).

Wanna Be a Baller

Over the span of those two years I watched my game grow in ways I’d never imagined. I was putting in work. Everywhere I went, I had a basketball in my hand. If there was a good run going on somewhere, I was there.

I wore out the VHS tapes – Come Fly With Me, Michael Jordan’s Playground, Air Time, Above & Beyond! I’d watch a little bit, press pause, go out in the yard and try to emulate those moves, then come back in and watch some more; then do it all again…for hours.

When I wasn’t watching those tapes I was doing various leaping exercises. I was a small, scrawny runt, but I wanted to fly. I wanted to know the air up there. One of the things I did was alternating one legged jumps, working on my form, scraping my hand against the roof shingles. I was gauging how high based on where the scrape was. I had to get about half way up my arm before I could even consider attempting to dunk a basketball. 

I’d also wear ankle weights everywhere I walked. I remember when I’d take them off to hoop I felt like I was free. I was flying. And, while I was just a mighty 5’7”, pretty quickly those scrapes began to get higher and higher on my arm. And I did a horrible job of hiding them. So much so that one of my school counselors called me in for a well-check to make sure I was ok. When I explained to her how I’d come by those scapes she was a bit perplexed. I just smiled and said “come watch me play basketball. I’ll show you what I’ve been up to.”

It was over the course of this time that a spark was lit inside my soul. I know that, for some, this may sound silly. How on earth does a game have such an impact on one’s life? Well, for me it was much more than a game – it was a way out. And with each passing day I poured everything I had into being the best basketball player I could be.

I was still an average student in the classroom. But I was never one to speak up in class. If I could sit in your class and just get by without saying a word, I was good. My teachers and many of my peers I went to high school with didn’t hear me say too much. I was fairly quiet and a bit shy.

But when I stepped foot on that court it all changed. In an instant I transformed into something different. I like to call it passion. But I will be totally honest, that “passion” got me in plenty of trouble, as I was competitive as hell. I was driven to win and had a desire to completely destroy the person in front of me. By no means did I get the better of everyone that I faced. While I definitely tried, me getting the better of someone is not what I’m getting at here. 

The transformation that took place on that court came from an extreme confidence. Over the course of a couple years I’d gone from a relatively non-athletic, scrawny kid, to a dude that was dunking on guys that were over a foot taller than me. And that confidence and ability to do some pretty athletic things came from hard work, dedication, a desire to change my circumstances, and the devastation that came with Michael Jordan being away from the game.

While he may have stepped away, he never really did in my world, as I had him on repeat every single day. But then, on that day in March of 1995, something hit me differently when I heard wind of those two magical words “I’m Back” – the fax heard round the world. 

Transformation

Over the course of two years my whole world changed. In the midst of the chaos that surrounded me, I found a way to focus on where I wanted to be. I set goals. I was disciplined in my approach – no days off. And I was determined to use that round, orange ball to find a way out.

I never made the NBA, as I dreamed. But I did go on to fulfill a goal of playing collegiate basketball – something I always promised my mother I would do. 

But, as I reflect on those times – all the sweat, pain, soreness, mental and physical exhaustion, fighting poverty…you name it – I see how God was using basketball as a conduit to prepare me for the uncertain seasons of life. It’s why basketball has always been more than a game to me. God used a game to prepare me for the many “I’m Back” moments that would undoubtedly unfold on the other side of the mountain.

I’m Back

It has been a long road over the course of the last two years. I’ve been attacked by folks with nefarious agendas. We’ve received hate mail and death threats. I’ve been told by many folks who I’d held in high esteem that I’d never work in public education again in this area due to the media firestorm that accompanied my trials. Believe me, the book is coming. It has been one heck of a ride.

But I’ve also received support and encouragement from so many, near and far. I’ve connected with wonderful educators and advocates across the country along this journey. I’ve partnered with national organizations who are committed to supporting educators in their work. I’ve had the opportunity to testify before the House Subcommittee on Civil Rights and Civil Liberties with regard to classroom censorship. I’ve spoken to thousands of people in various keynotes, workshops, and panels. I’ve worked with preservice teachers to help prepare them for the climate they’re jumping into.

I reached back to the lessons learned by that young boy. I didn’t wallow in pity of devastation. While I was hurting and definitely had my share of challenging days, the strength of my faith refused to allow the obstacles to block my purpose. I got straight to work. I honed my craft, stayed true to my beliefs, and since Wednesday of this week…I’M BACK!!!

Weekly With Whitfield – Serendipity

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The story of my life is filled with many twists and turns – unbelievable highs and devastating lows. But, through it all, God has revealed a power and purpose deeper than I could ever imagine. By no means am I suggesting that it’s been easy. Far from it. The journey has been incredibly challenging. That said, each passing day reminds me just how fortunate I am for every bit of it – the good, the bad, and the ugly – and how it has shaped the husband, father, and community partner I aspire to be.

The last couple years have been quite heavy for our family. We have felt every emotion imaginable, but we have maintained our strength and resolve throughout. We draw that strength in a multitude of ways. But this week I was reminded, on several occasions, of one of those sources of strength that has been sustaining, encouraging, affirming and validating. And that is the many serendipitous encounters with a wide range of individuals. With each passing week I am uplifted by these serendipitous moments – moments that seem to hit right on time even if I didn’t know or feel it.

For Kids

Some of the most powerful moments come directly from the many former students. Without fail, these tend to come in moments where I may be feeling the lowest. It could be a student I had back in my 9th grade World Geography class, a player I coached, or one of the many students I served as a school administrator. With each encounter I am left with a great sense of joy and purpose-filled. Ultimately, they are why I do what I do and to have so many who have been so gracious to say hello, express their gratitude and share about what’s going on in their lives means the world to me. 

The “Dark Side”

As I entered education I was solely focused on being a classroom teacher and a basketball coach. Never, in a million years, did I imagine I’d take this journey into school administration. I remember when I made the decision to jump into school administration, one of my teaching colleagues said “oh no, James. Don’t go to the dark side!” But as time went on, and I continued my education, I began to see huge gaps in what was being asked of teachers and actions of administrators – why this stellar educator would view administration as “the dark side”. In the classroom, teachers are encouraged to engage their students but I saw little to no true engagement from administrators to teachers. Compliance seemed to be held above engagement and I saw the impact that had on many of my colleagues. 

So I committed to do this work as a school leader in a different way – in a way that uplifts, engages, encourages, celebrates, values, trusts, connects, and empowers educators to bring their full and authentic selves to school each day to do the most important work on the planet – educating the hearts and minds of our young people. Along the way I’ve learned from, and grown with, so many phenomenal educators. By no means do I claim to have it all figured out. In this work, as in life, when you think you’ve got it all figured, rest assured, something will come along and humble you. Instead, I continually seek opportunities to reflect, learn, and grow in my leadership journey.

Be Impeccable with Your Word

And, sometimes, that journey of reflection and growth can come with a seedy dose of self-doubt. Our minds are one of the most powerful tools in the universe. In his best-seller, The Four Agreements, Don Miguel Ruiz discusses being “impeccable with your word”. At its core, this agreement acknowledges the immense creative power of language, acknowledging that our words can either uplift and inspire or inflict wounds and perpetuate suffering. So often, we tend to think about how our words can hurt others. But I want to give a nudge for us to consider how negative self-talk can actually be more harmful than anything we’d ever dare say to another person.

Being impeccable with our word begins within. It calls for self-awareness and a commitment to authenticity. We must find strategies and mechanisms to avoid self-deception or negative self-talk. By using our words and thoughts in a spirit of self-love, we cultivate a positive self-image and strengthen our personal integrity. Believe me, I get it…easier said than done. But that brings me to serendipity.

Serendipitous Encounters: Renewal, Encouragement, and Gratitude

Just as I’ve run into countless former students over the course of my career, I’ve encountered many former educators I’ve served as an administrator. These encounters always leave me feeling renewed, refreshed, and encouraged for our profession. Strangely enough, whether or not I know it heading into these encounters, I leave thinking “that was right on time”. I am so very grateful for the many people out there who take the time from what they’re doing to stop and say “hello”, lend a kind, supportive word, or share some anecdote of how you may have played even a small role in their journey as an educator. It is the ultimate data point for me, as this work is about the people.

Serendipitous Encounters with New Friends and Allies

Over the last couple of years, as my story has played out in local and national media, that circle of educators, parents/guardians, and youth has expanded. With each passing week there’s some sort of serendipitous encounter with someone in one of these groups. From social media messages to emails to chance encounters in public spaces – each interaction stokes my passion and purpose to press on even in the midst of such chaotic and turbulent times. 

One such encounter happened just the other day as our family was out to eat with friends. As I walked to the bar to order a drink for my wife and I, there stood a person ready to greet me with a big smile and an extended hand. As we shook hands they said “Dr. Whitfield, right?” I responded, jokingly, “you got me”, as I lifted my hat to expose my shiny, bald head. After a brief chuckle they went on to share that they’re a principal in a nearby district and just wanted to say hello and let me know how much they support who I am and what I stand for. 

As I thanked them for their kind words they went on to share a bit more background saying, “and I want you to know that my appreciation and admiration goes deeper than all this foolishness that’s been thrown at you and how you’ve handled it with such grace. Actually, I was an assistant principal at a local school when COVID struck. And you were the principal of one of our teachers’ kids. She came in and showed me the videos you were making for the students, staff, and community and I thought ‘that’s some good stuff – I need to follow that dude’, and I have followed your journey ever since.”

They added, “So just know that, for so many, you were, and are, a model for what true leadership should and could look like even before all this came your way.”

Accepting Your Flowers – Appreciation

I’ll just say it – I am terrible at accepting compliments, but have gotten better over the course of time. In full transparency – it was hard to even type the above paragraph because I, in no way, want to self-aggrandize. But my journey has taught me that it’s important to acknowledge and accept these kind sentiments. Doing so shows appreciation to the person who made the effort to share. Additionally, it becomes a powerful tool for being impeccable with my word, allowing myself the opportunity to practice self-love and appreciation.

Gratitude, Purpose, and the Power to Move Forward

This was one of several serendipitous moments that happened over the course of this past week, and each was accepted with deep gratitude. These moments happen to each of us in different ways throughout the course of our busy lives. Sometimes in the form of small whispers. Other times in thunderous applause. Each with the capacity to nudge us along our paths, which can often be mired in the vast complexities of our daily lives. And, while they may not know it right now, I have faith that those reading these words may soon have that moment of serendipity that reinforces their purpose, passion, or simply their will to be. It’s coming. The universe is sending it your way. Listen and/or watch for it. When you hear it and/or see it, embrace it. Then use that serendipitous power to propel you as you move forward. 

Weekly With Whitfield – Counter-Narrative

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As we turn on the news and hear discussions surrounding violent communities, one city often takes center stage: Chicago. And, while Chicago may have its fair share of concerns to address, regurgitation of the “what about crime in Chicago?” trope overshadows the broader context and greatly minimizes the reality of the folks on the ground – those doing the hyper-local work of building communities where everyone can thrive. These narratives often reinforce deeply rooted racial stereotypes that have been with us over the course of time. Today I’d like to offer a counter-narrative for you. 

The Windy City – The Counter-Narrative

When I say “counter-narrative” I’m talking about an alternative perspective or story that may challenge prevailing narratives or beliefs. This provides a different lens through which to view a particular issue, with the aim of challenging stereotypes and potential misconceptions/biases. Counter-narratives can be such a powerful tool.

Chicago has often been stigmatized and reduced to a singular narrative of rampant violence and crime. This narrative, perpetuated by so many, contributes to negative perceptions and misconceptions about the very real communities of the city.

Today I want to offer the counter-narrative, where we acknowledge the multitude of individuals and organizations working tirelessly to address community concerns and create safer communities. There are countless community leaders, activists, social workers, educators, and residents in Chicago who are dedicated to fostering peace, reducing violence, and supporting those affected by it. From youth programming, to providing trauma-informed support, to promoting restorative justice, to advocating for systemic changes – there are dynamic, engaged, and impassioned individuals on the ground leading this community-building work.

This week I had the honor of visiting Chicago for the first time with my Bringing Fellows cohort. Upon arrival we immediately plugged into a full day and a half engaging with numerous non-profits doing deeply impactful work in some of the most disinvested communities in the city. I will do my best to highlight some of those organizations and the work they’re doing here in a bit. But, as a historian, I’d be greatly remiss if I did not delve into the historical context of how the systemic inequalities that exist in the great city of Chicago – a city that has given the world so much – actually came to be.

The Promise and Reality of the Great Migration

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In the early 20th century, the Great Migration brought waves of Black people from the oppressive chains of the South to the promise-laden cities of the North. Prior to this movement, the South had long been the predominant home for African Americans. From the inception of the nation until the turn of the 20th century, the majority of African Americans, at least nine out of ten, resided in the South, primarily in rural areas. However, despite the newfound freedom granted by the 13th Amendment, which abolished slavery, various factors such as farm tenancy arrangements, poverty, high illiteracy rates, and limited opportunities in the North kept Black migration from the South at a very modest level.

From 1910 to 1970, Chicago attracted more than 500,000 of the approximately 7 million African Americans who left the South. One of the key contributors to the movement was The Chicago Defender, a prominent Black newspaper in the city. It played a pivotal role in promoting and facilitating the migration of African Americans to the North. Starting in 1916, the newspaper embarked on an extensive campaign, sharing inspiring stories of Southerners who had achieved success in the city. To assist those considering the move, the paper provided valuable resources such as lists of churches and organizations where potential immigrants could seek help with travel, housing, and employment.

Systemic Inequalities in a Promised Sanctuary

However, beneath the surface of Chicago’s attractive facade, the promise of a sanctuary was overshadowed by the stark reality of systemic inequalities. Civil Rights icon, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., turned his gaze upon the streets of Chicago and was met with a harsh, devastating truth – declaring it to be one of the most segregated places he had ever witnessed, exposing the persistent grip of racial divisions and systemic injustices that plagued African American communities.

Contrary to the hopes and expectations of those who migrated, the North proved to be mostly a continuation of the oppressive structures they sought to escape. Systemic inequalities persisted – discrimination, limited opportunities, and unequal access to resources remained obstacles to the progress and advancement of African Americans.

Structural Barriers and Resilient Prejudice

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An insidious prejudice persisted in obstructing progress and maintaining racial divisions within Chicago. Structural barriers were erected to confine African American communities within invisible walls, denying them access to quality housing, educational opportunities, and economic advancement. Redlining, discriminatory lending practices, and predatory housing policies served as highly effective legal tools to perpetuate systemic inequalities and reinforce racial segregation.

Through redlining and discriminatory lending practices systematically denied loans and mortgages to African Americans, depriving them of the opportunity to build wealth and secure stable housing. Predatory housing policies further exploited these communities, perpetuating cycles of poverty and limited mobility. The impact was profound, trapping generations in a cycle of inequality and denying them the chance to fulfill their potential.

Divisions and Neglect: Echoes of Injustice

Segregation’s corrosive effects permeated every corner of Chicago, eroding the city’s unity and corroding its social fabric. Neighborhoods once vibrant with diversity succumbed to the rigid boundaries of racial segregation, breeding inequality and perpetuating deep-rooted disparities. Within this segregated landscape, African American communities bore the brunt of the consequences, enduring the harshest realities of racial injustice.

Education, a pillar of opportunity, access, and empowerment, became a battleground of inequality. Dilapidated schools, deprived of resources and attention, stood as glaring symbols of neglect and systemic discrimination. African American children were denied equal access to quality education, limiting their chances for upward mobility and perpetuating generational cycles of disadvantage. Simultaneously, healthcare services in segregated areas were woefully inadequate, reflecting the callous disregard for the well-being of African American lives. Basic medical facilities were scarce, leaving communities grappling with preventable illnesses and untreated conditions.

Amidst the sea of despair, a familiar, resilient spirit emerged. African American communities in Chicago refused to be defeated. They rallied together, united in their demand for an end to the suffocating grip of segregation and systemic racism. 

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Organizations like the Chicago Freedom Movement, led by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and countless grassroots activists played a vital role in challenging the status quo. They paved the way for progress, tirelessly advocating for equality, justice, and the dismantling of oppressive structures. Their footsteps marked a path towards a more inclusive and just society, leaving a powerful legacy of local community power and hope.

The Legacy of Power and Hope 

African Americans’ struggle against systemic inequalities in Chicago serves as a testament to the unbreakable spirit of the human will. It reminds us that progress isn’t always rolled out on a linear path, that the journey towards justice is often riddled with countless obstacles. However, it also demonstrates the power of community and the unwavering belief that together, united in purpose, we can dismantle the barriers that hinder progress.

The legacy of the Great Migration and the resilience of those who fought for justice fuel our determination to create a future where equality and justice are not mere dreams, but a lived reality for all. And like those who paved the way during the Great Migration, today, there are so many powerful organizing efforts taking place in these communities. While there are so many doing absolutely phenomenal work in their communities, here are a few we visited during our time in Chicago.

Southwest Organizing Project (SWOP)

In the heart of Chicago’s southwest neighborhoods, the Southwest Organizing Project (SWOP) stands as a champion of community empowerment. They work tirelessly alongside residents, amplifying their voices and fighting for social and economic justice – they understand the power of collective action and partners with the community, rather than playing the role of a savior.

One of SWOP’s primary battles is housing insecurity. They confront gentrification and strive to ensure that every resident has access to safe and affordable homes. By transforming dilapidated buildings into beacons of hope, they enable families to thrive and reclaim their communities.

Education is another area where SWOP has made a significant impact. They stand alongside parents and students, demanding better resources and equitable opportunities. Through their unwavering commitment, they transform schools into empowering environments where the potential of every child is nurtured and futures are reshaped.

SWOP also fights for equitable healthcare access, mobilizing communities to dismantle barriers that hinder essential medical services. Their efforts have chipped away at healthcare inequity, ensuring that all residents, regardless of their zip code or economic status, can receive the care they deserve. The impact of SWOP reaches deep into the fabric of the community, instilling power, unity, and resilience. They inspire collective action and a model that change comes from unwavering determination and belief in the power of the people. 

Imagine Englewood if

In the heart of Englewood, Imagine Englewood If stands as a powerful force for change. As the longest-serving nonprofit in Englewood, it is committed to fostering secure and empowering environments for the youth in the Greater Englewood community. By imparting valuable knowledge on positive communication, promoting a healthy lifestyle, and fostering environmental awareness, IEi plays a vital role in strengthening the bonds within the Greater Englewood community. Through IEi, disinvested spaces are transformed into vibrant centers of growth and community building, adorned with murals that tell stories of strength and unity.

Imagine Englewood If defies limitations and nurtures the creative spirit within young people. Their impact pulses through the community, empowering individuals to rewrite their narratives and shape their neighborhoods. By fostering belonging and purpose, they instill the belief that dreams are valid and contributions are invaluable.

As architects of transformation, Imagine Englewood If builds bridges where others see walls, unlocking the potential within each individual. They paint a vivid picture of a future where empowerment replaces disinvestment, creativity silences violence, and every young person can thrive. Through their unwavering dedication, they pave the way for a brighter tomorrow, where hope guides us towards a world where dreams are realized.

Safer Foundation

Many of us have loved ones or close friends who’ve been incarcerated at some point in their lives. And we have seen the, oftentimes, irremovable obstacles that stand in the way of formerly incarcerated individuals. This is where the Safer Foundation steps in.

They serve as a beacon of hope, advocating for second chances and transformation in a world that can be quick to condemn those with criminal records. At Safer, they recognize the worth of every individual, believing that behind every label and mistake lies someone deserving of redemption and a fresh start. With unwavering dedication, they provide comprehensive services that extend beyond rehabilitation, including employment training, education, and vital support. They’ve even built a full-scale home in an old gym where these individuals can practice their skills in a practical way. There lies an inherent belief in the power of education to break chains of prejudice and open doors of opportunity to equip individuals with the skills and resources needed to rebuild their lives and contribute positively to their communities.

They work tirelessly to break the cycle of incarceration, dismantling barriers and fostering an environment of acceptance and understanding. With Safer, individuals are able to rewrite their narratives, rise above their past, and embrace limitless possibilities for their future. Lives are transformed, identities reclaimed, and communities are enriched as individuals begin to envision a brighter future – a future in which they belong. 

Through the work of the Safer Foundation we’re reminded of the importance of empathy, understanding, and forgiveness, challenging the notion that mistakes define individuals, and, instead, celebrating their resilience and potential. In a world where judgment often overshadows compassion, the Safer Foundation rises above the noise, guiding individuals towards redemption and renewal and reminding us of the transformative power of second chances in building a vibrant society. 

BUILD Chicago

BUILD (Broader Urban Involvement & Leadership Development) has been transforming the lives of young people in Chicago since 1969. Focusing on gang intervention, violence prevention, and youth development, the organization provides opportunities and inspires hope for youth facing systemic obstacles. Through mentoring, arts, athletics, college and career preparation, technology, and mental health programs, BUILD serves over 6,500 youth and families each year.

In response to the urgent need to address violence, BUILD launched the BUILDing Healthy Futures initiative in 2012. This initiative promotes healthy lifestyles through knowledge, nutrition, physical activity, and social-emotional learning. As violence rates increased in Chicago, BUILD adjusted its efforts to target areas with the greatest needs, such as Austin, Humboldt Park, and the West and South Sides. Since 2016, the organization has expanded its impact by establishing a Clinical Health & Wellness department and introducing Enrichment programs focusing on art, technology, and leadership training.

BUILD places a strong emphasis on building relationships with youth, fostering trust, and providing advocacy, support systems, and high expectations. They strive to ensure that every young person in every neighborhood has the opportunity for success. And they’ve achieved tangible results, with regular program participants showing decreases in negative behaviors, increases in prosocial behaviors, social mobility, post-secondary success, and civic activism/engagement.

They provide academic support and open doors to college and career opportunities for at-risk youth, including teen mothers and formerly incarcerated youth. Additionally, Project BUILD helps incarcerated teens reclaim their lives by introducing innovative practices to learn from past mistakes and develop positive life skills. They also engage neighborhood adults through the Community Resources Development program, collaborate with social service providers, and offer alternatives to incarceration for troubled youth.

Another powerful component to BUILD is The Iris, their campus farm, which plays a vital role in bringing fresh food, job experiences, and hands-on learning opportunities to the broader community. At The Iris, fresh and locally grown produce is cultivated, harvested, and shared with the surrounding community. By providing access to nutritious food, The Iris contributes to combating food insecurity and promoting healthier lifestyles for the community. 

Furthermore, the farm serves as a space for educational programs and workshops, allowing individuals of all ages to engage in experiential learning and gain a deeper understanding of sustainable agriculture and environmental stewardship. To date, BUILD collaborates with over 100 organizations, demonstrating a commitment to a true community partnership. 

Firehouse Community Arts Center

The Firehouse Community Arts Center, located across disinvested neighborhoods of Chicago, serves as a sanctuary of creativity and healing. For over a decade, they have provided a safe haven for young people in Chicago – its primary focus on preventing and interrupting youth and young adults caught in violence through a range of events and art programs. The center’s origins go back to a Saturday night Hip-Hop worship service in 2003, organized by Pastor Phil Jackson and attended by youth and young adults from North Lawndale and beyond. The overwhelming response led to the incorporation of the Firehouse Community Art Center as a 501(c)(3) non profit in 2006, and the subsequent purchase of a 100-year-old Chicago Firehouse in North Lawndale in 2007.

Today, the Firehouse Community Arts Center offers year-round, multi-disciplinary cultural arts programming, mentorship, leadership development, and workforce training. Its mission is centered around preventing and interrupting violence by providing young people with meaningful opportunities to engage in the arts. The center serves as a hub for artistic expression and creativity, empowering the youth and young adults of North Lawndale and the wider community. Through these various forms of expression, individuals find solace and strength, realizing that they are so much more than what they may have been led to believe.

The Firehouse Community Arts Center stands as a testament to the spirit of a community that refuses to be forgotten. It embodies the transformative power of art, connecting hearts and illuminating the human experience. In this reclaimed fire station, hope blossoms, wounds heal, and communities are woven together through shared experiences. 

IMAN (Inner-City Muslim Action Network)

Since its inception in 1997, IMAN has served as a powerful force for change on Chicago’s South Side. Rooted in the lived experiences of marginalized communities, IMAN’s passionate visionaries have nurtured the organization into a beacon of hope and transformation. 

IMAN’s approach defies conventional boundaries, recognizing that true change requires addressing the interconnected web of systemic inequities. They are a prime example of “buying the block” to provide services to the people. (I encourage you to read this more broad outline of how they’re changing the game – IMAN’s Principles of Change)

IMAN’s story celebrates the indomitable human spirit and the resilience of communities of color. They are catalysts for transformation, defying limitations and reshaping narratives. Their legacy will forever resonate as a testament to unity, resilience, and unwavering hope, fostering a society where every voice is heard, every life is valued, and justice radiates in every corner.

Embrace the Counter-Narrative

Thank you so much for joining me on this journey. I understand that stepping back and considering something different than what you may have believed or felt can be a hard thing to do. But I encourage you to. As we embrace the counter-narrative, we recognize that violence and crime do not define the entirety of Chicago or its residents. We acknowledge the agency and resilience of those who are actively engaged in creating positive change and foster a more nuanced and understanding of the city’s complex realities. 

I love the people of Chicago and thank them so much for their willingness to share the dope ways in which they are making a difference in their communities. I learned so much. Let’s commit to challenge our preconceived notions. And let’s celebrate the remarkable work being done by local community organizers in some of the most disinvested areas in our country. As one of these champions stated, “we don’t get to clock out – this is what we do 24/7.” That’s commitment. That is love. That is community. 

So the next time you hear someone say “well what are they doing about crime in Chicago” or some other racist trope, I challenge you to step up. You can show them this blog. You can point them to one of these fabulous organizations where they can ask the folks doing the work directly. And, while they’re at it – since they’re so concerned – they can donate to their causes. Let’s transcend stereotypes, embrace the counter-narrative, and support the transformative efforts of so many amazing nonprofits, such as these, in their mission to build a more peaceful and prosperous society for all.

Weekly With Whitfield – Advocacy

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Here we stand in yet another very pivotal moment in our nation’s history. Decades to come will look back on our journey, and hold us to account for that which we’ve allowed. It’s been encouraging to see so many dedicated public school advocates march to Austin, TX this week to speak on behalf of students, educators, and families.

Our public schools are truly the bedrock of our society. And our commitment to supporting these institutions will be critical to our ability to create a better world for us all. 

The past couple years have presented a fair share of challenges. But built within those challenges have been opportunities to grow and strengthen our resolve. My journey has been filled with unimaginable lows and incredible highs. Through it all I’ve learned that, no matter which state one may be in for the given moment, it is just that – a moment, a season – so never allow yourself to get too high, never allow yourself to get too low – just keep pushing forward.

These days I’m often asked for guidance on advocacy efforts. While I’ve always been an advocate for youth and educators within the public education space, I’ve gleaned broader insights from where I sit today. 

So here are 5 things to consider when you sign up to engage in advocacy work: 

With advocacy comes risks.

Your cause is worth it. But you have to know, and deeply understand, that your advocacy for such a cause comes with risks. It’s hard work. 

Ask yourself: What are you willing to risk? 

Consider this question at a very deep level. Think about your job, friends, family, emotional, psychological, etc. I’m not trying to scare you, just want you to be real with yourself about the costs that may be associated with your willingness to be an advocate. 

Also, understand that within those given contexts (family,job, friends, etc.) there will be disappointment. People you considered trusted colleagues and friends will show their true colors. Your workplace may prove to be a very different space than you experienced when you just chose to remain silent about things and just “stay in your place”. This may bring about some very difficult decisions for you to make. 

What are you willing to risk to have your voice heard and advocate for the causes you believe in?

Start with a realistic goal. 

Get real with yourself with regard to how much you have to give to the cause.

Ask yourself: How hard are you willing to work at this and how much bandwidth can you afford to give? 

Is that 2 hours a week, 1 day a week…what is the minimum you can commit to? Be careful. When we find something that fits our purpose, something that we want to push for,  we have a tendency to GO HARD early, then fade. Remember, this work is a marathon, not a sprint. Start small and build healthy advocacy habits.

You’ll be surprised at what incremental, strategic goals can help you accomplish (Note: Atomic Habits by James Clear is a phenomenal resource if you need help here). Whatever it is you choose to do, be consistent and persistent so create a cadence of what that looks like for you. Remember, you can’t pour from an empty cup.

Do not let the work consume you. Take care of yourself and that will allow you to help take care of others. 

Stand in your truth. 

Determine what drives you most and allows you to walk in your purpose.

Ask yourself: What is it that I see that conflicts with my beliefs/values? What gap do I see in my community that desperately needs to be filled? 

Being laser-focused here is absolutely critical. Don’t jump into something because it’s a fad or because you see “all the cool kids doing it”. Pour your energy into things that align with your North Star. That’s not to say that other things don’t matter, but engaging in something you deeply care about is going to allow you to be more effective than something you marginally have your heart in. Protect your energy and spend it where it matters most.

And know that resistance will come. As James Baldwin said “you must understand that in the attempt to correct so many generations of bad faith and cruelty…you will meet the most fantastic, the most brutal, and the most determined resistance. There is no point in pretending that this won’t happen.”

Once you accept this, attempts to quell your voice will no longer be a surprise.

Your awareness protects you from the distractions of those who stand against you.

Communication is key. 

What we say and how we say it impacts the reception of our message.

Ask yourself: What message do I want to convey to others anytime I’m asked or afforded an opportunity to speak on these issues? 

I strongly urge you to write this down, keep your talking points succinct and put them to memory. Being able to do this helps build authenticity which leads to trust. When you say something, say it with your WHOLE chest! People can feel how genuine you are about your cause which is another reason to be sure this is something you’re willing to “go for broke” on. 

Additionally, you must understand that not everyone will understand some of the more cause-specific terminology. One of the most sure-fire ways to lose people is to talk in acronyms, assuming everyone knows what they mean. Break it down into consumable chunks. Clear, informative messaging is paramount to educating and obtaining allies.

Don’t ride solo. 

Being in community with other dedicated people makes a world of difference.

Advocacy work can feel very defeating and isolating at times. Do not do this work in silos. 

Ask yourself: Which organizations in my community are engaged in efforts to support my cause?

Once you identify them, get involved. Contact members of their board or other representatives and acquaint yourself ASAP. Advocacy work is hard and not meant to be done alone. 

Isolation is an enemy to progress. Find your tribe and you’ll be energized in ways you can’t imagine. 

Keep Going

I just want to encourage you. I know that the days seem long and the work can be exhausting and downright frustrating, at times. You won’t always feel valued or appreciated but I pray that, along the way, you’re able to see, feel, and hear the impact of your noble deeds.

Understand that, for so many that came before us, they did not live to see the fruits of their advocacy efforts. Those would come long after they left this world. May we lean on those examples. Refusing to bow to apathy and despair – leaning in to the advocacy meaningful work that comes with planting trees we may never see bloom.

Weekly With Whitfield – Hope

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I find myself enthralled in wonder more these days. Since starting this weekly reflective blog in January it’s sparked a deeper sense of wonder. I’ve found myself more dialed-in on things that would typically be the most miniscule. I’ve learned and grown along this introspective journey. 

This is week 11 of 52 of 2023. If this is your first visit to the blog, I’m glad you’re here. I encourage you to scroll back through the weeks that came before to see what’s been going on. It’s been quite an adventure. If I’m honest, there have been weeks where I’ve found it quite difficult to nail down a particular word that’s different or more unique than the one before. But here we are. Thanks for following along. Your feedback, reflections, and support mean more than you’ll ever know.

Now, to the word that resonated most with me this week – HOPE

Disappointment

Dang, James, I thought we were talking about HOPE, then you throw out “DISAPPOINTMENT”?

I hear you. Roll with me…

Over the last couple years my thoughts have been all over the place with regard to what a future in the education space would look like. While I haven’t been able to work for another Texas public school district (until August 16, 2023 under current settlement agreement) I’ve been approached for several roles with a number of education adjacent non-profits.

Without fail, when it comes time to sign on the dotted line it’s been the same old song:

“Let’s just wait til things cool down, politically.”

“We’d love to bring you on right now, but we’re afraid of the political consequences.”

“Actually, we’ve thought about it and you’re way overqualified for this role. You’d get bored with this.” 

“We can bring you on…you just need to (insert statement of sacrificing my authentic self and who I’ve been as an educational leader over the last decade).”

There have even been organizations who’ve gone out of their way to say they’d create a role just to bring me on board. But when it came down to it – radio silence. Message received.

This, coupled with the mounting legal expense of ongoing litigation has been a downright exhaustive process. I’ve had moments of anger, disgust, angst, depression, and frustration. There have been days where I did not want to get out of bed. There have been days where I haven’t wanted to talk to anyone outside of my home. No response to any calls or texts. Just alone with my thoughts and my keyboard. Writing has been such a very therapeutic tool during this time.

This hasn’t been the first moment of despair throughout the course of my life – and I know it won’t be the last. Actually, I feel like my journey to this point has been somewhat of a training ground for when these moments arise. My mother always told me “son, no matter how bad things seem, they could always be worse. Similarly, no matter how good things seem to be going, they can change in a heartbeat. Don’t allow yourself to get too high or too low based on life’s circumstances. Be present in the moment. Live!” These words have been etched in my heart and carried me through the fire.

While I can’t openly share yet what I’ll be up to in August, I’m pretty excited! Believe me, when I can share, I will. For now, I’ll just say that what I learned early this week gave me a great sense of hope! There is light at the end of the tunnel! In due time I will be back to living out my purpose of partnering with educators and families to create excellent, dynamic, nurturing, and equitable learning environments for youth. 

Disappointment has been a steady resident in my mind. It takes up space in my soul. I felt it’s sharp sting. But through it I’ve learned so much. Though it has been challenging, I refuse to discount its place in my growth. Through the lessons learned in the most disappointing of situations I’ve been blessed to be surrounded by true friends and an amazing family. They helped me reframe these disappointments and point me towards hope for a brighter future.

The Playground

Under a bright blue sky kids bounced across the landscape. If you haven’t been to Grand Prairie’s PlayGrand Adventures, I’d highly recommend it. It’s phenomenal and very intentionally built to be inclusive of all children. Kids and families everywhere, as far as the eyes could see. There is so much for us to learn from kids at play.

My 10 year old, Landon, is a live wire when it comes to playgrounds. The dude is everywhere – jumpin’, runnin’, climbin’ things he probably shouldn’t be climbin’, swingin’, and slidin’. He gets it honest. I still have a hard time not partaking in the fun of a playground that I’m far too big for, so I just followed him around the park and observed.

Various structures with a wide degree of complexity lay intentionally placed across the area. And there was a beautiful display of diversity around the park. This space serves as a microcosm of our society. A great sense of hope welled up inside as I watched children from different backgrounds, cultures, and experiences come together and, despite their differences, find common ground in play. They work together, communicate, and respect each other’s differences. Lessons that we, as adults, can learn from to create a world where everyone is included and valued.

I find hope in the empathy on display. On this playground, I watched children recognize and respond to the emotions of their playmates. They helped each other up when one fell down. They looked out for the person below them, so as to not crush the hands of those below them. And, as the swings were limited to only a handful, no one sat and bogarted the swings. They acknowledged that others were waiting and made their way to the next thing so someone else could feel the wind rush against their face. 

As adults, we should cultivate this same empathy to create a more compassionate world. We need to listen to each other, seek to understand each other’s experiences, and work to create a world where everyone can thrive. We tend to do these things when crises arise, but what if we did it each day as we co-exist on the playgrounds of life?

No one was concerned about the nature of each other’s politics. There was no swing-side discussion on where one went to church, or if they attended church at all. No boundary lines were drawn with regard to who could play on this structure or that – or who was not allowed to play at all. They just found common humanity in playing.

These kids were not all carbon copies, cut from the same social strata, gender, race, or any other factor, but they found a way to make it work – to co-exist for a wonderful shared experience. Their free, loving, compassionate spirits gave me hope for brighter tomorrows. I hope they never forget those playground experiences. And I hope we, as the adults in their lives, can find a way to tap back into the times that we were those kids who found ways to co-exist without all being the same. 

Hope as a Tool

Hope is a powerful force. It has the capacity to help us navigate life’s ups and downs. It provides optimism in the face of great challenges. Hope pushes us forward when we feel like giving in. But hope, alone, is not a strategy for overcoming obstacles. Hope cannot be a passive state. It is critical that we take action and have a plan for what we hope to achieve and become.

Through it all, a sense of hope has existed deep down in my soul. With every shaky excuse given by an organization as to why they couldn’t move forward. Every time I was ghosted by an organization I thought was an ally. Each thought of the tens of thousands of dollars in mounting legal fees. I remained hopeful that the right organization would come along and that God would provide as it relates to covering legal financial obligations. And I remained focused on the actions I must take to move forward.

While much remains to be seen as it relates to how litigation and the next step in my career will play out, I’m hopeful. As Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.” Hope allows us to persevere in the face of adversity and remain steadfast in our pursuit of our dreams.

As you set out on the days ahead I pray you will hold fast to hope. Remember that it’s not just an emotion, but a force that can transform fear into courage, doubt into faith, and despair into optimism. It is the bridge that connects the present with the future, reminding us that tomorrow can be brighter than today. Embrace hope’s place in your life as a tool to unlock doors to new opportunities, new beginnings, and a new life. I have high hopes for you!