I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
– Martin Luther King Jr., I Have a Dream, 1963.
Last week, we celebrated Martin Luther King Jr day here in the US.
Now that Tau is in first grade, he is doing proper social studies curriculum, and came home with various projects on the theme of Martin “Loofah” King. Yes, we are still not bothering much to say our tee-aches!
I guess I didn’t give Tau enough credit. Didn’t expect him to grasp US history and race relations at such a tender age.
But all we needed to ask was, “Who was Martin Luther King?” And we got a very earnest account of how the people with white skin used to not allow the people with dark skin to eat in the restaurants or ride in the front of the buses. “And they all said, ‘You GO TO THE BACK of the bus!'”
And how Dr. Martin Luther King said that was not right and he made it change, so that everyone could sit anywhere they wanted on the bus.
Dave posed this question. “So, if we lived back then, Tau, and we went to Chicken Pie Diner for dinner with your brother, would they let us in?”
“You and me and Mom could go in … but Maceo would have to stay outside.”
“How do you think that would make him feel?”
“He would just cry and cry in his carseat outside … because he doesn’t like to be left alone.”
Now, it hits home.