Blog archive
March 2025
About Senior Solutions
03/28/2025
Building a Bridge With Journey House, A Home Base for Former Foster Youth
03/28/2025
Come for the Knitting, Stay for the Conversation... and the Cookies
03/28/2025
Creating Safe and Smart Spaces with Home Technology
03/28/2025
Finding Joy in My Role on The Pasadena Village Board
03/28/2025
I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
03/28/2025
Managing Anxiety
03/28/2025
Message from Our President: Keeping Pasadena Village Strong Together
03/28/2025
My Favorite Easter Gift
03/28/2025
The Hidden History of Black Women in WWII
03/28/2025
Urinary Tract Infection – Watch Out!
03/28/2025
Volunteer Coordinator and Blade-Runner
03/28/2025
Continuing Commitment to Combating Racism
03/26/2025
Status - March 20, 2025
03/20/2025
Goodbye and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
03/13/2025
What The Living Do by Marie Howe
03/13/2025
Racism is Not Genetic
03/11/2025
Bill Gould, The First
03/07/2025
THIS IS A CHAPTER, NOT MY WHOLE STORY
03/07/2025
Dramatic Flair: Villagers Share their Digital Art
03/03/2025
Empowering Senior LGBTQ+ Caregivers
03/03/2025
A Life Never Anticipated
03/02/2025
Eaton Fire Changes Life
03/02/2025
February 2025
Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025
Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025
A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025
Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025
Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025
Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025
Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025
Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025
Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025
LA River Walk
02/27/2025
Message from the President
02/27/2025
Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025
1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025
The Party Line
02/24/2025
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025
Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025
Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025
Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025
Wind and Fire
02/17/2025
Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025
Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025
Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025
Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025
Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025
Living the Mission
02/05/2025
Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025
Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025
Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025
Villager's Stories
02/05/2025
A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025
Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025
Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025
January 2025
At Dawn by Ed Mervine
01/31/2025
Thank you for Relief Efforts
01/31/2025
Needs as of January 25, 2025
01/24/2025
Eaton Fire Information
01/23/2025
Escape to San Diego
01/19/2025
Finding Courage Amid Tragedy
01/19/2025
Responses of Pasadena Village February 22, 2025
01/18/2025
A Tale of Three Fires
01/14/2025
Growing Up Privileged
By Karen BagnardPosted: 11/24/2020
Like most white people, if not all, I grew up in the bubble of privilege. The one we don’t even realize we are in because it’s all we know. It’s like being in a clique. You don’t even know there is a clique because you are in it.
I’ve never thought of myself as a racist. I think of myself as fair-minded, open, understanding and aware. That’s how I used to think of myself. Now I see myself as just evolving to that point.
It has taken nearly 75 years for me to begin to more fully understand the depth of racism in me and in our country. It’s just under the radar and it’s sometimes invisible and always insidious.
I didn’t grow up in the south. I grew up in Altadena. I remember when Altadena was all white. I remember when the first black neighbors bought on our street. I remember the “for sale” signs popping up on the lawns of my friends’ homes. I remember the neighbors talking about how awful this was. I didn’t understand and I didn’t like my friends moving away.
I also remember my parents saying, “this is our home and we are not going to move!” That made sense to me but I didn’t quite understand why everyone else was moving away.
I was busy with my own life and school and such but I remember lots of new people moved into the neighborhood and many of them had brown skin. I don’t remember any kids but they may have been there.
Over the years I realized what a lovely neighborhood my parents lived in. They had formed good relationships with their neighbors and when they were old and declining, these neighbors helped us kids look after them. They took out the trash barrels, then hauled them back in, they brought meals over from time to time or offered to help with yard chores. We kids were all adults now with homes and families of our own but we got to know these fine neighbors as we routinely looked in on Mom and Dad even more.
When I was 52 years old I inherited a grandson from my step-daughter. He and I are not related but that made no difference. He is half Native American from the Ione Tribe of Miwok Indians.
Aside from having to adjust to suddenly becoming a “mom” again of a boy who had just turned 5 after having raised only daughters, I also had to consider the importance of teaching him his heritage from his father’s side.
My grandson’s father was Miwok Indian. He had been ashamed of being an Indian, yet he hated being mistaken for Mexican and he was openly prejudiced against blacks. I wanted my grandson to have none of that. I wanted him to know and honor his heritage and take pride in it. I wanted him to appreciate the heritage of all people.
My favorite story was when he came home from kindergarten after learning about Dr. Martin Luther King. He was so bright-eyed and excited to tell me what he had learned and he summed it up with, “When I grow up I want to be just like Dr. Martin Luther King!” It melted my heart to hear that! I wished his father could have felt that in his heart, too.
Now, through the 1619 Project group and my participation in the Inclusivity Committee, I feel myself growing into a deeper understanding of how we white people must educate ourselves and each other. We need to come to a fuller understanding of how our culture stacks the cards in our favor and builds barriers to others whose skin is browner. We need to actively participate in dismantling those cards. We need to free ourselves and our privileged peers from the bubble.
My plan is to read, listen, learn and broaden the diversity in my circle of friends and associates. I see great hope for the future in the heart and mind of my grandson and of other young people who didn’t grow up quite as prejudiced as we did. I hope we can all actively undo our learning and pass it along. My hope is that we will all remember the humanity we all share.