Today, at lunch,
my husband asked our boys if they knew what day it was. My youngest ran to the calendar and said, “Martin
Luther King Day.” My husband asked him
if he knew who Martin Luther King, Jr. was.
He replied, “A president? Jesus?”
“Jesus?! Why in the world would you think he was
Jesus?”
“I don’t know.” (Personally, I think he was giving the Sunday
School answer – when in doubt, say “Jesus.”)
The conversation
continued with a short history of the Civil War, segregation, and Martin Luther
King, Jr. My husband ended by saying
something about not looking at someone’s outside or their race.
“What is ‘race’”?
my youngest asked sincerely.
We looked at each
other, wondering, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing that he doesn’t know
what ‘race’ is?”
After an explanation
of “race,” my husband said, “That’s why we should never tell jokes about someone’s
race. It’s not funny or kind. Have either of you ever heard someone make
jokes about someone’s race?”
My youngest piped
up. “Oh dear. I’ve heard one. If you’re an American in the living room,
what are you in the bathroom?” Pause.
“European.”
I exploded in
laughter, and well, that was the end of our history lesson!
Ahhhh, life with boys.
Ahhhh, life with boys.
On a more serious note, here is a link to Martin Luther King, Jr.'s "I Have a Dream" speech. He was an incredible speaker!
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