Hello,
It was February six years ago and my son was at the table with his head in one hand while the other pushed his food around with his fork. He wasn’t eating — not a big deal to me then because at 5 years old, he was still very picky and I wasn’t giving in to mac and cheese again. It was a quiet dinner until he spoke.
“Mami… am I Black?”
“What do you mean?”
“Am I Black?”
“No, mijo. You’re Mexican.”
My husband and I looked at each other, very intrigued, but also amused in that kids-say-the-funniest-things kind of way.
“I want to be Black,” he said, almost in tears.
Now I wasn’t so sure this was funny. Even his sister, normally ready to pounce at the chance to poke fun, could sense the weight of a different sadness.
“Why?”
“Because everything bad happens to them and I want to fight with them.”
His face was all pained determination while the rest of us sat stunned. This was a new depth of feeling from him about an issue that broke my heart and now his, but also, I welcomed the hope about the kind of person he might become.
Choking back my own tears, I said, “Well, you can’t be Black, but you can be an ally and that means sticking up for them especially when they are not there to defend themselves.” My husband and I went on to talk more about allyship using kid-friendly examples.
After they’d gone to bed, we stayed up wondering what might have had him thinking about these things when we hadn’t talked about it yet. And then it dawned on me when I cleaned out his backpack the next morning. It was February. Black History Month. Thanks to this curriculum, we were able to have this important conversation in a meaningful way. Proof, once again, that Black history matters –– all the time.
Connie Alvarez
Your KCRW Insider since 2001
P.S. Sadness is the other side of joy. Get out there and support and celebrate the events and exhibits that are still running now and beyond February.