#1 – Strange Questions From Innocent Minds and Mouths

Do you see black people where you are from? Have you ever touched a black person? Wow! I couldn’t believe such questions were being asked and that they were coming from an 11 year old. I took the time to answer his questions and explain there is no difference. The following is a brief transcript of our conversation. 

Boy – Do you see black people where you are from?

Me – Yes, of course. America is very diverse with all cultures and people from all over the world. (I had to explain what diverse was). 

Boy – Have you ever touched a black person?

Me – (With a smile). Of course, I have friends and family members that are black. My nieces and nephews are part Mexican and part Black. They are biracial. 

Boy – With wide eyes and somewhat of a frown he said, “You Do”?

Me – Yes. They are beautiful children just like you. 

Boy – No, not like me. I am light yellow and you are white. They are black. 

Me – Actually, you are darker than they are. My skin is light but I am actually Mexican (had to explain that). See we are all the same just lighter and darker than one another. I further explained that my older daughter purposely goes to a tanning bed (had to explain this one to) and likes to sit outdoors to sunbathe. She likes to be really beautiful and dark. 

Boy – He frowns and shakes his head. My mom likes to be white because it is beautiful. 

Me – I smile and respond, yes that’s beautiful too. I purposely changed the direction of the conversation back to the lesson at hand. 

Racial discrimination, oppression, persecution and abuse of all cultures is still very much alive all over the world. Our world continues to evolve into a greatness; however, discrimination is one topic and fact of life that we can’t seem to get beyond. A difference can be made one person at a time.

Maria   

 

One thought on “#1 – Strange Questions From Innocent Minds and Mouths

  1. This summer my black (African American) friend and I were walking down a narrow street in Feicheng in the Shandong Province. We attracted a lot of attention, with people coming to the shop entrances to giggle, point, and stare. Eventually, I realized they weren’t interested in me (oh so Midwest American white) but in my friend. They rarely see foreigners in this small city, and even more rarely do they see a dark-skinned black man. I think that he broke through a lot of barriers by being incredibly friendly and warm.

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