Now More Than Ever: Stand Up for Social Justice

Now more than ever, we must prioritize social justice education for our students.  At this divisive time, our students and teachers are working together to build more dialogue and understanding between and within our communities. But we need your help to keep up our important work. Hands for a Bridge relies on the support of…

Make an Impact: GiveBIG 2016

  GiveBIG 2016 is your chance to make an impact on our community’s youth development and social justice work. On Tuesday, May 3, the Seattle Foundation is stretching every gift made to area nonprofits through givebig.seattlefoundation.org, so your donation will go further. You can schedule a donation directly by visiting our page,  https://givebig.seattlefoundation.org/npo/hands-for-a-bridge as early as Monday,…

Thank You Lummi Youth Academy!

Hands for a Bridge was honored to host a day of education, laughter and learning on October 22 by hosting the play Sonny Sixkiller Buys the Washington Redskins. This exciting live production by Native American playwright, Darrell Hillaire, was shown last year to an enthusiastic audience at the Moore Theatre and joined us again to Seattle…

Uncovering the Memory of Race

I was raised to be colorblind. One person is the same as another, but being equal in one place is different than in another. Distinct views separate cultures, not one alike. Some are looked down upon as people of lower class and value, lesser humans. In the South, my mom grew up with these views…

classmates in conversations

Class Reunion, by Merrill Liddicott

Both groups spent a wonderful two weeks in either Northern Ireland or South Africa. Our trips were both extremely valuable experiences, and full of personal growth. The trips were very unique and different from each other while at the same time they had a lot of things in common. Each trip group came back enriched,…

South African beach

Middle, by Cole Garry

I can see the ocean. I can see the vast, endless ocean, and maybe, just maybe, I can see the rest of my life. I can see the future swaying in the branches of the trees, alighted on a rare cloud, and blowing past me in the wind. My future terrifies me. Sliding off the…