My youngest son was watching (as always) some sports program and the subject was the original Harlem Globetrotters and the main focus was a player named "Goose." Some of you may know who he is, I had zero clue. All that was going through my mind during the commentary from various "white" guys in suits how great this black ball player performed was the reality of the days of segregation.
Well, after all the accolades of this fellow, came the reality of "Negro" only motel rooms & washrooms and the difficulties of any famous "black" person at this time. I sighed relief that while his basketball playing was stellar, his reality was being black in the USA during a time that created a divide.
Owen, did not understand. He could not fathom why anyone could not go to the same bathroom or take a ride on any seat on the bus. "What's different mommy?" he asked. How true, what is different. It gave me hope that the upcoming generation has no idea of judgement based on colour or race. Hope that peace and love will happen and that I will live to witness it.
What Owen taught me is that children learn from their parents - a house free of racism brings forth a society of acceptance. Thanks Owen.
p.s. Sorry for the lack of writing - more to come.
xo Vagi
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