|Troupe Azure, Belly Dancers|
|Estrellas de Mexico|
As the belly dancers swirled, the Mexican dancers were joined by a single belly dancer, watching together enthralled. The sweetness on their faces genuine. Different color same humanity.
I was at the first Race Unity Day twenty one years ago. The gathering at the smaller Jefferson Park drew a crowd to watch the only dancers present, the Mexican dancers. A small crowd composed almost entirely of Hispanics had arrived to watch them. I remember a gentleman as he chided the handful of us whites, "Where are your numbers, we brought ours?" One foot at a time, one voice at a time, one instrument at a time and one race at a time we brought ours. And worked together to bring others.
|Anna and Jesse Burgess with Japanese, Celtic and Walla Walla Music|
|A stunningly colorful elder.|
|A well-appointed African American gentleman.|
|A gracefully attired woman from the Islamic Center of Tri-Cities|
The music and the motion attracted a single toddler onto the stage. She appeared in a number of performances in her red and black polka-dotted outfit, crisscrossing the stage laughing, pointing, and dancing. There are children in this world who are beckoned to a very different stage. A deadly stage. One of prejudice, hate and paranoia.
This tiny child finally welcomed a second dancer to join in her pleasure. He was another color. Another slice of humanity invited to play with her on this stage. A small gesture to remind us that children see first with the heart, not with the eyes.
We are lucky in this small town with our stage set for dancing. One individual at a time invited to join in the dances of diversity.
|Carla Houchin, retired kindergarten teacher and belly dancer as she invited the child to dance.|
|Anne sharing a laugh.|