LWVMC is fully committed to diversity, equity, inclusion and belonging across our entire organization, holding ourselves accountable at every level .
More information on the League's DEI policy here. Dr. Love's heartfelt poem explains what it means to us.
The Table
There is a table,
wide as the horizon,
built from hands of every shade,
every story,
every road walked barefoot and bruised.
wide as the horizon,
built from hands of every shade,
every story,
every road walked barefoot and bruised.
Some chairs have always been there,
polished smooth by time,
by comfort,
by voices that have never had to ask,
“May I sit?”
polished smooth by time,
by comfort,
by voices that have never had to ask,
“May I sit?”
Others stand at the edges,
plates in hand,
waiting for a place to rest,
waiting for space to be made,
waiting for the silence to break.
plates in hand,
waiting for a place to rest,
waiting for space to be made,
waiting for the silence to break.
The table must grow.
Not with whispers,
not with borrowed seats,
but with wood strong enough to bear the weight
of every voice that was once an echo.
Not with whispers,
not with borrowed seats,
but with wood strong enough to bear the weight
of every voice that was once an echo.
The feast is not a feast
if the same hands pass the bread,
if the same tongues bless the meal,
if the same stories are told
while others swallow hunger in the dark.
if the same hands pass the bread,
if the same tongues bless the meal,
if the same stories are told
while others swallow hunger in the dark.
Pull up a chair.
Make room.
Break the bread.
Pass the mic.
Listen.
Make room.
Break the bread.
Pass the mic.
Listen.