On the weekend, my brother-in-law asked me what era I would live in if I could choose.
My initial response was the 70’s. I liked the idea of being a hippy, free-loving flower child. He was quick to point out that the 70’s were rife with turmoil and upheaval. He suggested that the 50’s would have been a good era because of the post war boom.
I don’t suppose there are a lot of women who can say they have given birth to both a brown baby and a white baby. I would like to share with you the differences between them.
There are none.
Well, I suppose there are the usual differences that you would find between any babies. You know, one likes avocados, the other doesn’t, curly hair vs straight hair etc.
Today, I went to the kid’s school for their Black History Month Assembly. I was shocked at how it moved me.
Having a daughter who is part black and living in a mainly white community, I am acutely aware of racism, and she is all too aware of being different. She used to ask me “Why am I the only one with brown skin?” and I would explain to her that she had one black parent and one white parent while the other children had two white parents.
