What year is this again?

Good morning/afternoon/evening, and welcome to sunny southern california in the year 1952,,,er...1965...ummmm. What year is this again?

I could blame my confusion on the slime that has coated my brain (really and truly, this bug is going to be the death of me), but it's more than that.

My daughter came home from school the other day, upset that one of her classmates had been talking about her while she was absent (out sick with the bug she so kindly shared with me). Evidently the boy had drawn some pictures, told a classmate that she wasn't talented enough to be "first chair" in band, "and then he said I was black...I can't wait for our teacher to be back in class tomorrow so I can tell."

For those of you who don't know me (and for those of our who do, and have been too polite to ask) my daughter is a little bit of everything....my own little melting pot. She has more pigment than her mom, which has made for interesting conversations with strangers My favorite comment was from a little old lady  at the beach, who crossed over to me and said "She'll do much better in the sun than you will". Ummmm. "Thank you?" We have had to deal with people assuming she speaks spanish (maybe she should learn) and people asking if she's adopted. I always answer with the the phrase my mom told me "You weren't adopted, you were left on the doorstep by gypsies" (I assumed she was kidding, since I'm one of the whitest women on the planet).

"First of all, don't be a tattletale - ignore the boy. He's just trying to get a response out of you."

"But..."

"No buts. Actually, first of all, you are very lucky that your classmate is telling you what happened. Unless, of course, that classmate is just trying to stir up trouble. Second, don't be a tattletale, and third, did he say you were black, or did he call you an n-word?...no, wait, that should be first....." (told you that slime is coating my brain)

We talked for a while, about jealousy and instigators (still not sure about that classmate) and dealing with bullies....what we didn't talk about (because I'd rather talk about s-e-x) is racism. We've had that conversation before (usually while watching movies set during the 60's), and I'm sure we'll have it again....I just wish we didn't have to. It makes me sad that we live in a world where the color of our skin (or our religious beliefs, or the sex of our mate) is an issue. I thought we'd dealt with this already.

I want to live in a world where we don't hate people because of the color of their skin, or religion, or any other prejudicism. I want to live in a world where we hate each other on an individual basis ;-D

Ok, that was bad-I'm blaming the slime coating my brain...I'm pretty sure it's eating my brain, and tomorrow I will be a zombie (bwah ha ha ha - had to get that zombie reference in the topic line in somehow).....

 

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