A friend of mine in the ward has a 5-year old son who is in kindergarden this year. They were recently learning about Martin Luther King Jr.. The son came home asking his parents about King and then had an important question:
Son: Daddy, am I black or am I white?
Dad: Well, that’s not so important…(filled in by other forms of deflection)
Son: But Daddy, am I black or am I white?
Dad: Well, you’re white.
Son: (angrily) Dangit!… I bet A and T (3-year old sister and 1-year old brother) are black, huh?
Obviously his son makes no connection between the color of a person’s skin to the way we are labelled with colors. He tells me that his son’s class has almost equal representation from a half dozen races (white, black, Asian, Hispanic, etc.), skin colors from white to black and everything in between, and none could feel like a majority or minority.
I love Brooklyn.