A couple days ago, my wife and one of our new neighbors had a race dialogue, during a play date. Our kids are around the same age, and when we first moved into the neighbor, this neighbor and her kids came by and welcomed us.
Our new neighbor is white, so is her husband. She told my wife that her son’s best friend– where they lived before moving–was black.
I found it interesting that this new neighbor of ours (by the way, our families also attend the same church) thought it necessary to explain that her son’s best friend was black.
While I appreciate this knowledge, why the need to share this with my wife?
It is because we live in a nation where many of us continue to view people along color lines. By color lines, I mean the typical stereotypes that go with them.
Yes, we have come a long way–but if the the exchange between my wife and our new neighbor is any kind of indicator–we still have a long way to go.
Why? Because we continue to see color. We are not there yet…