Reflections on The Help

So I finally sat down to watch the film, The Help.  I thought about the heat in Georgetown, SC...that Africa heat that saturates the soul.  I thought about how hate to move around in that heat.  I thought of my granny walking those 11 miles to Huntington Beach to tend the homes of white families I am certain resemble those in the movie.  I thought about the home of one woman who walked out of her panties and left them for my mother to pick up.  I thought about how the man of the house spoke to my auntie when she read the newspaper before him.  How she was scolded for even unfolding the paper...told to mind her place. 

I have never walked to any job in my entire life.  The closest job to my granny that I've ever held was as a childcare provider.  I respect the women in my family who understand the work and the struggle.