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 children grow up color blind – we all have the same color heart. I know for her, this was not such a cut and dry concept, but I am thankful every day that she embedded in me a love for humanity and the rationality to make my own decisions.
For me, books like The Help are instrumental in making us think. I was moved by Kathryn Stockett’s multi-perspective take on 1960s Mississippi. Her bravery in giving voice to a silenced population was both effective and enlightening. There are simply no words to give justice to the heart-opening experience that this read was for me. I can only hope that we, as society, can take these lessons from our past and apply them to the present-day prejudices that we face. Stockett’s novel goes on a short list of important works that I will one day pass on to my daughter.
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