I spent some time with Sam, the five year old next door, for a few hours this afternoon. Sam is a precocious young man of firm convictions…and his big sister got him started on a rant about civil rights.
Braalie: “Sam! You can’t color a person blue! People are pink, or white, or a sort of brown.”
Sam: “I can too”
Braalie: “no, Sam, do it right. You can’t just change the color of people. if you want to color with the blue crayon do the sky or something”
Sam: “People can be blue. Evlis Parsley said so. it’s on gramppops tape player!”
Braalie: “That isn’t what that means.”
Sam: “People can be any color they want. Even green! Except maybe Martins are green. I bet they carry ray guns too if they want. They’d zap you for saying they can’t be blue”
Braalie: “Granma Suze, will you talk to him please? he drives me crazy”
Suze: “So, Sam…tell me about the colors of people. Okay?”
Sam: “well, people can be whatever they wanna be. if they want to be blue they can be blue. I saw a lady with blue hair. And you had pink and purble hair, and it was pretty. I wanna be black when I grow up.”
Suze: “Black? um, Sam. We can’t just change our color honey.”
Sam: “why not? we all have red blood, and we all have white teeth, and we all wear blue jeans. We’re all the same already”.
I had absolutely no comeback for that. He was absolutely correct. We’re all the same already.