Every once in a while, a conversation will serve as sort of a wake-up call for us. It’s even more profound when the words of wisdom—or of enlightenment—come from a 6-year old.
A dear friend of mine’s 6-year old boy—as sweet and as smart as they come—was talking to his auntie who was trying to explain to him who Martin Luther King, Jr. was and what he stood for. Trying to explain it in an understandable way, auntie told him, “Not so long ago, even when Grampy [the boy’s grandfather] was little, some people had to eat in different places or drink from different water fountains just because their skin was a different color.” With a very quizzical look, the little boy simply said, “I don’t get it…”
Trying a different tact, auntie said, “OK, well you have brown hair and brown eyes. Your brother has lighter hair and blue eyes. Now imagine he got to go certain places and you couldn’t or that you couldn’t eat with him because your hair and eyes are brown.” Totally perplexed now, the brilliant little guy who has several African-American boys on his little football team for 6-year olds, looked at his auntie, winced his eyes and said, “…that’s just weird.”
Just weird, indeed.