Black and White World
by Daddy Everyday Blog
One day Kendrick and I were at McDonald’s, playing on their playground. Well Kendrick was playing on the playground; I was on my Mac working on some homework. Kendrick and two other kids were playing on the playground with two ladies and myself observing the kids. The kids were playing quite well. Kendrick loves making friends and playing with other kids. Kendrick was about 5 or 6 at the time. The time had come for the ladies and their children to leave. The older ladies said, “Come on guys, it’s time to go.” The boy that was playing with Kendrick, who had to be about 8, said, “I want to keep playing with the brown boy.” The ladies were horrified as they looked at me. I was looking directly at them; I was just as shocked as they were. The older lady said to the boy, “Why wouldn’t you ask him his name since you have been playing with him?” The kids said their goodbyes and then they were gone.
That was a couple of years ago but from time to time I think about that day or rather that moment and wonder, did I handle that well. I’ve come to the conclusion that I did exactly what I was supposed to do. It was my part to teach this kid about not just identifying people by their skin color. I don’t know his upbringing. His house may have never talked about race, which is similar to my house. Heck, in my house, we say W people and B people when talking about…