The first Saturday of the month, I coordinate a basic computer class for senior citizens in the urban core, and when I say "basic" I mean as simple as, "What are those holes on the side the computer for?" ("Portals," the instructor said. "Those are called portals.")
While being guided on how to turn the computer on and how to recognize the desktop, two women, both in their 70s, who had never been on a computer before (the "Digital Divide") began to worry aloud, that they wouldn't be able to comprehend. One lady kept tapping the wrong key over and over, while the other was fearful that she might break the machine.
After a while, an old woman with a red scarf tied loosely on her head, said from across the room loudly and with boldness, "We CAN do this. We've done harder things."
I looked around at the mothers and grandmothers, and fathers and grandfathers, who had stood shoulder to shoulder against oppression, racism, segregation and brutality, and I closed my eyes against the reality of their words, of their struggles, of their willingness to overcome --- even this, a computer class --- and the reality of it all was almost too much.
Throughout the rest of the session, with pen to paper as they scribbled notes, and as they worked through right-clicking, adjusting letter size, and scrolling, I would hear them from time to time encourage each other with those words, "We've done harder things."