Allow me to quote from a poignant article I recently encountered online:
“Gary’s father suffered a detached retina at the hands of a white Alabama police officer, and he grew up seeing people hand out Ku Klux Klan fliers. But his son isn’t exposed to any of that.
“Years ago, when I talked to him about the Civil Rights Movement and slavery, he asked, ‘Why would people treat other people like that?’” Gary says. “His question was, ‘What are you talking about? How is that possible?’”
Eventually, I hope my kids (or their kids) will be able to look back at the things happening today – racial gaps in wealth and education levels, largely segregated housing and schools, etc. – and ask the same questions.”
I have the same hope. I hope eventually we won’t have to have these discussions with our children. I hope that my daughter won’t be stereotyped (she is Asian and we are Caucasian.) But it probably will happen. I hope kids in her school won’t say anything about why we look different. But it probably will happen. I can’t prevent negative judgements or biased judgements from happening, but I can ensure that my daughter has the tools she needs to make a difference.