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Something so much bigger

7/13/2019

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PictureDeborah’s “son” Moses and baby Lindholm Browne named in honor of Deborah’s recently deceased father.
When I first graduated from college and then graduate school, I opted to teach for several years in return at the time for the cancellation of my accumulated college debt.  Armed with an undergraduate degree in psychology and a master’s degree in education and counseling, I first went to work for Northwestern University’s Laboratory School in Evanston, IL in America.  I had so wanted to take a post at an inner-city all black school on the south side of Chicago, but my father put his foot down with a firm NO – and for some reason I obeyed him.  Looking back now, I wonder why…​So, I went to the north side of Chicago to the largely affluent suburb of Evanston, which had an integrated population for many years, and economic extremes.  My assignment was a special education class for “emotionally disturbed” children.  OMG that label haunts me now.  I had perhaps 10 students, primarily children of color.  Despite big challenges, we loved each other as a family.  Joy is my remembrance.

When I moved to California, my next teaching assignment was running an in-patient educational program for emotionally disturbed children at a prominent hospital.  I cannot recall the exact population, but it was a truly treasured time with amazing souls.  I remember always wondering, “Why are these beautiful children in psychiatric confinement when they should be joyfully playing free…”  I pray my love for them brought some sense of that joy and freedom.

My third of four assignments over 7 years to complete the cancellation of my huge student loans was at an elementary school in an upper-class white community in San Diego.  Busing was being used at the time to integrate San Diego City Schools.  Once again, I had a small class of “emotionally disturbed and learning disabled” students.  Reviewing this now, I realize what a champion I have been my entire life for those whose voices are not heard; as I know that reality intimately from my own childhood.

Of the students in that class at Bird Rock Elementary, one stood out from the moment we both arrived – Willie, an African American foster child who was so desperately trying to find his way in a world that was not working for him.  He rode a bus for nearly an hour each morning to come to school in a white community of privilege.  Of course, he did not fit – and he let us all know.  Often, he would get off that bus from “southeast San Diego” and immediately cry for help by acting out, often climbing a tree in the playground backyard to escape from where he did not fit.  I loved Willie from the moment we met.  Together we did our best to make a system that was not working for so many, work for him and others.

Months into our connection, I visited his foster mom.  I immediately loved her and her phenomenal heart.  She had, if I recall correctly, at least 10 foster children, all African American as was she.  Small living space and small resources – huge heart and huge love.  I remembering wanting to move in with her and help…

After more months, I spoke to her about adopting Willie.  I had conversations with the appropriate governmental agencies.  I applied.  I supplied financial and personal records of support.  After what seemed like an eternity, the San Diego Country Adoption Department finally responded to me: No.  When I inquired why: “Because none of your personal references are in support of this adoption; no one in your family or circle of friends will endorse this.”  None of those people who I believed to be dear family and friends ever spoke to me about his, not then or later; just a silent NO.  I had no idea then how to respond, or turn into the conversation.  I did not adopt Willie.  I have always regretted that, and not somehow being able to explain it all to an 8-year-old little boy at the time.

Willie is now a grown and apparently a happy, well-functioning adult.  We have found each other on FB; we have shared our personal cell phone numbers.  I just now sent him a text, wondering if we might finally reconnect when I return to San Diego at the end of this month to bring my Liberian son Moses to college in America.  Whoever would have thought??

And he just responded, immediately!  OMG joy!  We will reconnect after decades once I am back in America in a couple of weeks.  He wants to see me and to meet Moses.  It’s a God-thing.

There is something so much bigger going on…  from Geneva, IL to a global citizen blessed to work all over the world for decades; from Willie to Moses decades later…
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WE are indeed one human family, all connected.  Praying WE will all realize that one day, soon.
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    Deborah Lindholm with Deborah in Liberia

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    Deborah Lindhom is the Founder and CEO of the Foundation for Women. For over 20 years she has lived and worked in Africa, India and the United States on issues of poverty, education and microcredit. 
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