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the quiet one
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and nearly forgot about it. Shame on me!
The kids didn't have school today because there was a whole half inch of snow on the ground
so they went with me to the store. While we were there we saw this elderly black gentleman pushing his cart along, minding his own business, and being avoided by everybody else there.
Now you have to understand that where we live, it's considered a point of honor to run off any people that aren't white. There's a small community of Mexicans a couple of miles from here, but they've learned not to do so much as get groceries until the wee hours of the morning, due to the way people treat them.
My kids have never seen a black person before. Ever.
They see him and it starts.
"Mommy, he looks funny."
"Who?"
"That guy." They point him out.
"Why does he look funny? Looks like he was put together right to me."
"NOOOOOO, Moooooom! He looks FUNNY!"
"No he doesn't."
"Uh huh."
"No, he doesn't. He just looks a little different."
"Yeah, and I don't like it."
"i do."
They start giggling. "Why?"
"Because he's just different enough to make him interesting and beautiful."
"That's silly, Mommy."
"Why is that silly?"
"Because Brother Mike (the preacher at the church they go to) says that we're all supposed to be the same, that God made us that way."
So we go on for a little bit pointing out differences between the kids and i - eye color, girl/boy, age, missing teeth, things of that sort. They pipe up again.
"But he's more different than that."
"So? Doesn't matter. He's just different. Different doesn't make you a good person or a bad person. It just makes you different."
"Oh."
"What's his name?"
By this point i'm getting tired of the conversation, which has gone on through the past 3 or 4 grocery aisles. We and the black man had been passing each other in each aisle, so... "i don't know. Why don't you ask him next time we pass him?"
Insert another kiddo giggle fit. But they did, and we had a very brief conversation. When we went our separate ways down the aisle, the oldest looks up at me and says, "You were right. He is just different, and that's pretty cool."
When we saw the old man the next aisle over, he had tears in his eyes.
The kids didn't have school today because there was a whole half inch of snow on the ground
Now you have to understand that where we live, it's considered a point of honor to run off any people that aren't white. There's a small community of Mexicans a couple of miles from here, but they've learned not to do so much as get groceries until the wee hours of the morning, due to the way people treat them.
My kids have never seen a black person before. Ever.
They see him and it starts.
"Mommy, he looks funny."
"Who?"
"That guy." They point him out.
"Why does he look funny? Looks like he was put together right to me."
"NOOOOOO, Moooooom! He looks FUNNY!"
"No he doesn't."
"Uh huh."
"No, he doesn't. He just looks a little different."
"Yeah, and I don't like it."
"i do."
They start giggling. "Why?"
"Because he's just different enough to make him interesting and beautiful."
"That's silly, Mommy."
"Why is that silly?"
"Because Brother Mike (the preacher at the church they go to) says that we're all supposed to be the same, that God made us that way."
So we go on for a little bit pointing out differences between the kids and i - eye color, girl/boy, age, missing teeth, things of that sort. They pipe up again.
"But he's more different than that."
"So? Doesn't matter. He's just different. Different doesn't make you a good person or a bad person. It just makes you different."
"Oh."
"What's his name?"
By this point i'm getting tired of the conversation, which has gone on through the past 3 or 4 grocery aisles. We and the black man had been passing each other in each aisle, so... "i don't know. Why don't you ask him next time we pass him?"
Insert another kiddo giggle fit. But they did, and we had a very brief conversation. When we went our separate ways down the aisle, the oldest looks up at me and says, "You were right. He is just different, and that's pretty cool."
When we saw the old man the next aisle over, he had tears in his eyes.