“I
guess I didn’t notice.”
Many
years ago I leaned a very important life skill from a precious, petite little
blonde 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 gosh, 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.”
Rev.
Samuel Sewell
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