I started Girl Scouts in first grade and was an active scout until I was 17 (12th grade)—did ALL the GS stuff and loved my scouting experience. I was a GS national delegate.
My troop, 1001, was in Detroit and almost all black.
Yesterday, I learned that one of our GS camps was in Howell, Michigan. This Howell: michiganradio.org/post/why-howel…
To me, a kid somewhere between 8-12, camping was fun. To our mothers and leaders, camping was potentially dangerous.
This is NOT a post to debate the rationale of us camping in Howell. That’s not the fair conversation to have.
It’s not a fair question to ask why we, as kids, went camping in Howell. I’ll not entertain that.
The question is, why is it fair that our mothers had to be afraid for us to?
There are places, TODAY, that Black people can not go. Can not get a meal. Can not sleep soundly at night in a hotel. Can not exist.