Blog archive
January 2026
BEACONS OF HOPE - The Dump Trucks of the Eaton Fire
01/29/2026
Exploring the Hidden Trails Together: The Pasadena Village Hiking Group
01/28/2026
Five Years of Transformative Leadership at Pasadena Village
01/28/2026
For Your Hearing Considerations: A Presentation by Dr. Philip Salomon, Audiologist
01/28/2026
Hearts & Limbs in Zambia
01/28/2026
Lost Trees of Altadena Return Home
01/28/2026
President's Message: WHY the Village Works
01/28/2026
TV: Behind the Scenes
01/28/2026
Trauma to Triumph
01/28/2026
1619 Group Reflects on Politics, Climate, and Democratic Strain
01/23/2026
How Pasadena Village Helped Me Rebuild After the Eaton Fire
01/10/2026
Status - January 6, 2026
01/06/2026
Some thoughts on 8 minutes, 46 seconds
By Margo HalstedPosted: 02/01/2021
I can’t breathe. Eight minutes, forty-six seconds. I can’t breathe.
George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery . . .
Videos (thank God for them), TV, newspapers, protesters . . .
I’ve not fully understood how a Black person feels.
I am learning.
I never capitalized Black before.
I had some Black friends at junior and senior high school. They had to walk a long way to school, literally “from across the tracks”.
My mother-in-law many years ago said she understood that I had been friends with Black students in school. “But you never would dance with one, would you?” she asked. I responded that I had. She didn’t believe me or didn’t want to believe me.
My Black hairdresser would tell me how her son was pulled over by a cop almost every day on his way to work. She had other very scary stories about her other son and the police.
So far, the only other ways I’ve actually made a difference have been to make a donation to the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund, Inc. (LFD) and to the Los Angeles Chapter of BLM.
I am learning.
