What does Rosa Parks have to do with my son? I’m getting there, give me a second.
I’m sitting with my 7-year-old tonight and I suddenly realized that me and his mother’s efforts to teach him about his biracialness (is that a word?) might not have worked quite as well as we wanted.
He was eating and I was watching a rerun of “The Colbert Report” when someone on the show said something about Black History Month.
My son asks, “Dad, it’s Black History Month?”
I told him yes. And he said, “That reminds me. Since I’m part black and part white, back when what’s his name was alive. What was his name?”
I had no idea. Eventually he figured it out and continued, “Oh yeah, Martin Luther King. Back when he was alive I could have ridden on the front or the back of the bus. That’s why I’m glad that I’m part black and part white.” (more…)
