How shall man measure Progress there where the dark-faced Josie lies? How many heartfuls of sorrow s hall balance a bushel of wheat? How hard a thing is life to the lowly, and yet how human and real! And all this life and love and strife and failure, — is it the twilight of nightfall or the flush of some faint-dawning day?
Urging an organization to be inclusive is not an attack. It’s progress.
None of us get to choose our race but we all get to choose how we overcome its hurtles. Whether we jump or stumble…what matters most is that we take each moment in stride. Compassion, love, forgiveness and empathy will always win the human race.