The Help - Kathryn Stockett
Last night, my daughter was practicing some skills she’s been learning in kindergarten: same and different, sorting, patterns. She held up two dolls and said, “Mommy, what’s different about these two girls?” just like she was a little teacher. I glanced over from where I’d been sitting next to her, reading The Help and noticed she was holding up a Caucasian doll and an African-American doll. Here we go , I thought, our first discussion about race relations . “Well, they have on different colored shirts,” I noted. “What do you see that’s different?” “Very good, Mommy,” pronounced my little instructor. “What’s different is, one girl has ponies in her hair and the other has a barrette.” I simply looked at her for a moment, stunned and proud. “But they’re both little girls, right?” I asked. “Yes, that’s why they’re the same.” Growing up in the south, race is something that has always been a sensitive subject for me. Fortunately, my mom felt very strongly that her chi...