Color Blind by Leslie Noyes
I once professed to color blindness, black, white, red, brown, all people looked the same, I claimed,
But the skin and its store of melanin or lack thereof does not a person make. No, color is bone deep,
Soul drenched, and we are different in beautifully messy ways. Better to be color aware than color
Blind. Better to celebrate the tints and tinges of pigments than to ignore our unique differences.
Lunch today was at a counter spot in the mall. Normally, I opt for a table, but none of them were open, so I settled for a stool between a young couple and a group of ten-year-olds.
The children were a diverse group. The ones closest to me were, and I kid you not, one African American, one Asian, one Latino, and one white. Three boys and one girl, respectively.
They were having such fun. Seated several spaces away from their adult sponsor they were being silly. One child was pouring Sprite into another child’s ice cream while the other two giggled.
“Drink! Drink!” They urged. The child drank to the simulated gags of his companions.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you all best friends?” I asked.
“Yes ma’am!” One little boy said. “We do everything together.”
I got a little misty eyed thinking about their innocent friendship. Our future leaders won’t think about race or gender differences if we just leave them alone. Power to the kids.
Under the hood
Find a frightened white
Afraid of change
Afraid of diversity
Afraid of losing his every
Inside the ‘hood
Find a frightened brown
Afraid of hate
Afraid of censure
Afraid of losing his very
Would they know each other’s
If they met outside the
Above: A team of African American doctors scramble to save the life of a Ku Klux Klan member. Photo from YouTube.