My 5-year-old could not describe to me a mean classmate at school…
What is his name? (teary-eyed) I don’t know
What color is he? (blank stare)
Is he white? NO!
Is he black? NO!!!
What color is he? Searching through her crayon box, she held up a brown crayon, crinkled her nose and said, but not that dark…
I halted my interrogation and just gave her a big hug and kiss.
This lesson taught to me by my five-year-old daughter made me consider a song I sang for many years to small children I taught in Bible School:
Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world!
Red or yellow, black or white, they are precious in His sight!
Jesus loves the little children of the world!
So I revised that second line:
Brown or beige, dark or light, they are precious in His sight!
It seemed we as a country were leaving that black/white focus behind us until we elected a black/brown President. How ironic.
My husband, a prison minister, teaches this:
God created one race, the human race, one color, different shades.
So is it possible to be a racist? I think not. They should be called a colorist, and hopefully they can spend some time with a few five-year-olds.