It’s Not About Race!
John Metta

I’m a white parent of two children, and when my kids were pre-teen, they began having black friends. We home-schooled our children, so they didn’t have to deal with the viscous social hierarchy of school hallways and playgrounds. So, when I sat them down at the ages of 7 and 10 and began the “race talk,” they had an open mind about it. I explained that they’ll never know what it’s like to go into a store and have the clerk follow you around, you’ll never know what it’s like to get pulled over by the cops and feel certain that this will not end well, and you’ll never know what it’s like to leave a job interview with that sinking feeling that you’re a little too dark-in-the-skin for the man who just interviewed you. But as I mentioned, we home-schooled our children. We had not surrendered our children to The Jungle for 8 hours a day while us parents worked at our own Jungle. Our kids lived in a world in which mom and dad’s sensibilities, opinions and beliefs really mattered. They never learned at the age of three that it’s fine to call a playmate “tootsie roll,” or learned that strategic use of the “n” world will buy you points with the bad-kids-who-really-mattered in the world. Homeschooling is a luxury few can afford, but it a family can swing it, I’d recommend it.