So we got arrested today. Not literally but it kind of felt like it.

We arrived at Crystal Bridges Art Museum at 10am. While it actually was to open at 11am today, we we’re nonetheless welcomed as if it was open.

We proceeded through several galleries, aware that many groups of children were gathered alongside art pieces.

When we pushed open the doors to the Early American Art gallery, we were stopped by museum security persons and questioned. “What are you doing here?” “How did you get in?”

Then,”come with me”.

We asked if we could just sit in the galleries and wait until 11 o’clock. “No. Come with me.”

Questioning continued by a higher-up security guard. We explained how we had been welcomed as we entered, and again by guest services.

Questioning grew intense, as personnel tried to figure out how we gained entrance. “We walked in.”

Walkie-talkies went off. Other security personnel came to question.

We repeatedly told how we entered and how we had been welcomed by a number of museum employees.

Eventually we were sent outside to sit in the woods until the 11 o’clock opening.

I write this because much of the art we experienced addresses the plight of refugees seeking a better life and opportunity by entering America.

By no means did I experience what these seekers have, but I was most assuredly uncomfortable being escorted by a security guard and questioned about my presence.

So what must it feel like to be on the margins hoping to be welcomed?

I can go outside and sit on a bench for a few minutes, then return to be welcomed back in, unlike those who may never receive a welcome.

3 thoughts on “arrested”

  1. Ginny, Becky C gave me a word that I love & I like to apply to myself rather than some other labels people tend to apply to people. The word is accepting. I am more accepting of people, ideas etc than some others. You too are an accepting person who found yourself unacceptable. 💕K


  2. Ginny, yours is the second story I’ve heard in a fortnight about being “arrested.” My friend who teaches Spanish in a middle school in Klein stopped at a CVS Pharmacy early on Valentine’s Day to get a few more cards. The door was closed but she opened it gingerly and went inside to shop. It wasn’t long before her elbow was gripped by the store manager and she was escorted out. Apparently the store wasn’t due to open for about 45 more minutes.

    She was mortified – we who heard her story found it hilarious. Your comments, however, gave me pause and made me look at her incident in a more somber way. Lindsay’s only purpose there was to spread more love around her school. She too was thwarted by the artificial ways we measure time.

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