Last night several ladies from our knitting group met for our "first Monday" knitting night at Bombay Bistro, which I think is the best Indian Restaurant in the Twin Cities. It was a small group of us, so we really got to connect with each other:
Liz worked on a beautiful rippled pattern baby afghan- Leslie & Carrie worked on sweaters
- Peggy worked on a a cabled shrug in a fabulously expensive alpaca yarn from Peru
- Christine (Peggy's daughter) worked on a teal cardigan with a love honeycomb cable pattern. Of course she also served as the resident expert and help both Carrie and Leslie resolve some issues they were having with their projects
- And I worked on this new neckwarmer...Unfortunately, I forgot my camera and I didn't get pictures of any of it!
But it was after dinner that the magic really started. What started as standard conversation, evolved into an actual meaningful discussion about race and inclusion in the U.S. Now, I have engaged in these conversations in the past, but there was something different about this one.
Primarily, I felt as if defenses were lowered: everyone was willing to listen and everyone was willing to share. I really learned something last night. I never understood how hard it is for White Americans to even begin to deal with issues of race. It was a painful conversation, but it was a good one. I feel much closer to the women in my knitting group and I feel I am a better person for it.
Eryka

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