[I really need a better title for this posts]
This one is from my son
He was about 4 years old. I don’t know exactly what’s the equivalent in North American school system but I think it was something like junior kindergarten.
Now, let me give you a bit of a background here. I have a fairly light-coloured skin (for a Colombian) and pretty much everybody in my family is the same. Blondish hear and hazel eyes – or even blue or green, are not that uncommon. My ex-husband’s family -on the other hand, has native blood in them and they are much darker than me or my family. Both my kids have their father’s skin colour. However, they had never seen a black person (should I call them African-Colombian? I never know what’s the politically correct name anymore and I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone. You see, in Colombia, being called black -or even blackie, is not an insult).
Anyway the bottom line is that my kids had never seen a truly black person before. And here’s where the story begins.
I went to pick them up after school. We chatted a bit with their teachers and then said good-bye. On our way to the door, we ran into a man -very obviously a parent there for the same reason, to pick up his kid. I had never seen him before. Very tall, well-dressed. Very elegant and handsome. We exchanged hellos and I tried to keep walking by my son -who was holding my hand, was not moving. I gave him a little gentle pull but he refused to move. I looked down and saw him looking at the fine gentleman who at this point, had picked up on my son’s reluctance to move and was also looking at him.
And then… and then… my son blurts out at the top of his lungs: “MOMMY, MOMMY, THIS GENTLEMAN LOOKS LIKE A CHOCOLATE BAR”
At that point, I let go of his hand and said to the gentleman, “what a cute kid. I wonder where his parents are.”