I remembered as I was rocking Noah tonight that I had wanted to record this somewhere and I pick here, so.
The playgroup on Fri was nice – smaller than anticipated, which made it more enjoyable. At one point the mobile kids were all congregating around the play food – mouthing it, sharing it, playing cooking – and it occured to me that we had in the room two white kids (Canadian, Dutch-Canadian), one African-American(-German-Canadian) kid, two Chinese(-Canadian) kids, and one Indian(-Canadian) kid, and that they were all (save the wee baby) doing exactly the same things.
And I thought how weird it is that racism not only started, but continues. I mean yes, I can understand some of it and have my own occasionally racist thoughts that I then am horrified by. But really I don’t see how anyone could observe all the babies and continue to think there is some essential difference under the skin. Eh, this is coming off smarmy but I remember the thought and the moment.
Not smarmy at all. Food for thought, actually.