My heart broke for my grandson this weekend. He was introduced to one of the nastiest things in the world: racism.
We were at a park, and he was having the time of his life. He is 5 years old. He doesn’t care what someone’s skin color is, where they were born, etc. In his world, they are just other kids. But that changed Friday when an older child, a girl of about 10, came up and shoved him saying, “What are you doing here white boy?”
I was horrified. He came to me immediately, and she followed, badgering. It was then that it dawned on me that he was the only white kid there of about 30 kids. I DON’T automatically see race in others either; I see people.
We left, and he was very quiet the rest of the night. Finally he asked me what was wrong with him for her to do that. I told him nothing was wrong with him, that she had learned sad things from someone in her life. After he went to sleep, I cried for his loss of innocence.
Children are our future. Let’s teach them bright hope, not the bitter mistakes of the past.