Many years ago I leaned a very important life skill from a
petite, precious five year old girl. I
was a guest in the home and I was talking to Julie’s grandmother when the phone
rang. It was Julie calling to ask if she
could bring a friend home to play after school.
Grandma said yes and a few minutes later Julie came walking up the front
sidewalk holding hands with a little black girl.
Grandma didn’t gasp at the sight but she did say, “Oh my
god, it’s a colored child.” Julie and her
friend played for about two hours and Grandma was nice about it, fixing treats
and drinks for Julie and her little guest.
It had been arranged that the little black girl’s mother
would pick her up at 5 PM. Julie and her
friend held hands and skipped down the front sidewalk to deliver her guest to the
waiting mother.
When Julie came into the kitchen Grandma pulled Julie up on
her lap and asked, “Why didn’t you tell Grandma that your little friend was colored?” Julie looked confused for a second or two and
then replied, “I guess I didn’t notice.”
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I noticed this when I took my daughter to the playground. Kids under five never seemed to notice what color the other kids were.
I also noticed that the dogs in the playground didn't notice what color the other dogs were either. The playful ones played just as equally with dogs of all colors, and the nasty ones were just as nasty to dogs of all colors.
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