There is a lot of conversation in our home these days about racism. I’m taking a class called “Racial Healing” and Mr. Silly Pants is on a Tim Wise reading binge. It’s been good fodder for conversation. We’re trying to do our work – the work of raising our amazing, beautiful, feisty, tender, sweet, busy, and luscious brown boy.
I did a lot of research about raising an internationally adopted child, about transracial and transcultural parenting, and about attachment for adopted children. I read a ton. I read everything I could get my hands on. I talked with everyone who would listen, and everyone who I thought would have some wisdom and perspective. It has been quite a journey. I can say that my experience has only deepened and become more complicated now that Blueberry is our son – he is real, vibrant, beloved and black.
I don’t know how I missed this post by a fellow (and oh so favorite) blogger. Heather says it perfectly, “Cute little black boys do grow up to be black men.” Well, I do know how I missed this post – I was in Washington state on vacation. We were on the Olympic Pennisula when THIS happened. Heather was writing about the very things that made me cry and weep and convulse with fear and indignation.
So I was thinking about the following challenge for majority folks like me – what would you say about a challenge to bring minority culture into our lives 100%? Try it for a month. Do it for a year. Live it. Breath it. Everything you do must reflect minority culture – music, books, movies, TV, news, magazines, eating out…everything you do must be with the intention of being outside of the majority experience.
I saw this challenge raised on a film clip we watched in our Racial Healing class – and it got me to thinking. People of color are SURROUNDED/BOMBARDED with images of white culture every single day. Think about it. Turn it around.
Are you up for the challenge? I think I’m going to learn a lot from this experience.