Well, Odette, your
insistence 
upon bringing us back to The Peanut Gallery
has provided me with the excuse -- as if I have
ever needed an excuse --
to tell you all about a memory that Fred's lovely
confession reawakened in me:
Because some minds are stranger than others, it took me back to a kind of sad epiphany I'd experienced
upon reading the autobiography of a now grown African American Civil Rights activist.
(I'm sorry to say I don't remember which; I've read so much about that time in this country's history because,
for whatever reason, it has long had
so much significance for me).
Getting back to the Peanut Gallery:
At one point, probably early in her book, this courageous, bright, committed woman recounted how she and her siblings
used to sit in front of the TV set everyday, in happy anticipation of Howdy Doody coming on; they loved it so.
But, then she went on to talk about the psychic and deeply felt pain that she and her brothers and sisters used to also feel,
every time they watched the show.
And that
all had to do with the kids in the Peanut Gallery,
the everyday changing group of youngsters, like Our Fred, who were featured as part of the show,
who'd had the terrific great luck of being able to get on the program and have their thrilling, if fleeting, 15 minutes of fame.
Because I was white and oblivious, it never even occurred to me to notice
when I looked at the same Peanut Gallery/ies those kids were looking at,
but it turns out that as hard and diligently as they tried, each day, to spot kids who looked like they did in the Peanut Gallery,
they never found them. There just weren't any.
And it made them feel so sad, so "less than," as though they weren't, for some reason, good enough
to be allowed to participate. And they carried that "less than good enough" feeling around with them
for years and years.
The part about me being white and oblivious..... When I went to "teacher school" -- to get a Masters in Teaching at a local university,
one of the most valuable lessons I learned while there was thanks to an article they made us read
on something called "White Privilege."
My god, it was an eye-opener, a mind-provoker,
and I have been grateful ever since that they exposed me to it and
made me think about things I maybe would have taken years (possibly, lifetimes?)
before it would have occurred to me to think about "that stuff" on my own.
Because the experience for me was so rich,
the other day I decided to see if I could find the article I'd read on the Internet --
because I felt like I wanted to share it with you guys (well, with anyone who would be interested).
I was thrilled when I was able to find it -- I LOVE the Internet --
and I will start another thread, sometime today or tomorrow,
which thread I'll entitle "White Privilege" where I will post it --
in case anybody
besides me wants to read it.....