In a must-read post, Jockeystreet contemplates people who stood on the sidelines during the Civil Rights Era, and ponders whether we are ever as good as we think that we could have been in past generations. Will we each rise to the occasion of our own challenges?
The answer might end up being, after deliberation, calls to insurance reps, discussion on high, "hey, yeah, of course we'll do this."
That's what I hope the answer will be. Because, clearly, that's what the answer should be. But also because, if that's the answer, I'm done, there's nothing for me to do.
If that's not the answer... then what?
What? Then what? What are the options? What, morally, ethically, am I obliged to do? To say? To express? Certainly, absolutely certainly, I will not be able to say to this staff person, this "decorated," long-term, trusted, in-line-for-promotion employee, "hey, sorry, they said no and I guess that's that."
Any more than, 45 years ago, I could have (ethically, morally) said to a staff person "hey, sorry, I really wish you could get vacation time, but you know how it is, vacation is a whites-only benefit, cost the agency a bundle to give it to you, too, I'm sure you understand."
I don't want to make a sacrifice. Even for the right thing. I'm selfish that way.
But, in the end, the thing I most don't want to sacrifice is my sense of self, the image I have of the person I could have been, 45 years ago, had I been there when things were so "clear," when I would have known what side of the line to stand on.
As always, read the whole thing.