On Friday, my friend Miriam and I went to spend the day in Salt Lake. After a powerful funeral service for the passing of our beloved prophet Thomas. S. Monson, we decided to go to the Cheesecake factory and have some good lunch. Everythings went well until about the last 15 minute of our visit there. So there was this family with two little kids, sitting right in front of us. The little girl who probably was 5 years old I would say, kept staring at me throughout the time we were there. She finally took the strength to walk a couple of steps toward Miriam and me and then started to kind of smile and play with her sunglasses. Then, she walked closer, looked weirdly at me and said, "You're brown!" Mind you, there were people sitting around us, that heard this. I quickly though what route I was going to go with this and said, "Yes you're right I am brown." Then she took some steps back and said, "You're not white. Mom, she is not white. You're not white." Her mother quickly shoved her daughter towards her and covered her mouth and said, "yes, and she's beautiful." The little girl kept repeating what just seemed so fascinating to her, a black person. It quickly got really awkward at their table and they decided to leave. The mom came up to me and said, "I'm sorry about that. This gives me a good context to teach her how everybody is different and still awesome."
What the heck. Really?
Although I don't blame the little girl at all, I blame her parents for not doing their job. You could tell that the mom was SO ashamed and didn't even know what to do.I probably looked like a clown to that little girl. Yes, the diversity here in Utah is a joke and whenever people see a colored person they act like they've never seen one before which it's sad. However, there is no reason for ignorance or not teaching your kids that everybody doesn't look the same. This is America. A 5-year-old should know that there are people that are black, yellow, brown, and that it doesn't make them worth any less or whatever.
What really caught me off guard wasn't the fact that she called me brown. Yes, I am brown, I'm black. The fact that she said "you're not white" hit me hard. I just felt so sorry for the little girl. Sorry for not knowing better. Sorry for having uneducated and ignorant parents.
This is how racism starts.
So please, educate yourself and your surroundings that there are differences, but we're all still humans.