dylan's been learning the names of some of our camp staffers, and one of her favorites is darius.
this morning on tv, a commercial came on, and dylan lit up.
"darius!"
except it wasn't darius. it was shaquille o'neal.
now, dylan has been known to confuse the names of white people, too, but there's no getting around the fact that there are not a lot of people of color living in our little town--asian, hispanic, black or otherwise.
i desire for dylan to grow up knowing people who look like her and those who don't.
which is not to say ligonier doesn't have it's own diversity. tonight at the gas station, we saw a man in a raggedy pick-up outfitted with two gun racks alongside a booted, suited polo player filling up her lexus suv.
sometimes small town life can feel a bit too small.
we've elected a black president, and that is a tremendous step forward for our country. but how do you raise children not to see people as Other when you don't live and work and worship alongside people of different ethnicities, and so many neighborhoods and communities in america are still racially monolithic?
