On Diversity

Over the last few weeks, Brennan's class has spent a lot of time discussing Martin Luther King. Well, at least, I am assuming that they have spent a lot of time on him, because Brennan comes home every single day talking about some new aspect of Martin Luther King's life. He is enthralled. And I love that.

While I was putting Brennan to bed tonight, he brought up Ruby Bridges and told me how shocked he was to find out that people treated her like they did, all because of the color of her skin.

"Just because she was brown, Momma! Can you believe it?" He told me, clearly aghast.

"I know. It's horrible how people can be scared of someone just because they are different from them." I reply.

"Well, I just don't see the reason. I just don't see it. Everybody is different from each other." Brennan says.

"That's true. Do you see how your classmates are different from you or you are different from them?" I ask, somewhat absentmindedly as I make his bed.

Brennan gazes into space for a moment and then says, "Well, I try not to let it bother me that they all have white skin."

Interesting. This may explain why Brennan's Mii on the Wii is a black man with a mohawk and a goatee.