At 9, I had an up-close and personal look at the racial divide.

It happened during my family’s trip to a suburban Chicago shopping mall. As we exited a large department store, another child got my attention.

He was with his family too. I wondered if he was just as amazed by being in the 1970’s megastructure.

But he was amazed by something else. He yelled, “Mommy, look at all the Black people!”

I looked to see the people he saw.

Being African-American, I saw Black people all the time. As the obvious conclusion sunk in, I knew the boy was looking at my parents, my three siblings and me.

My would-be playmate became my White audience instead.

Our child-to-child connection was tainted. It felt like he was on vacation and I was on display — for all the wrong reasons.

My mother’s face grew concerned. I’d been exposed to the racism virus and it was too late to give me a vaccine.

I’d have to build up immunity over time. I’d need doses of truth to counteract the attempt to inject me with insignificance.

The boy’s mother made a poor attempt to hide her embarrassment. Avoiding eye contact with us, she grabbed her son’s hand and hurried away.

But they left the insidious residue of an “us and them” mentality. It stuck with me and tried to mutate my thinking. I fought back hard, because…
To continue reading, join me over at neitherheightnordepth.com. I’m honored to share on Jelise Ballon’s blog this week. I’d love for you to meet me there!

Sharing is caring !
  1. Joy, a poignant recounting and so needful during these strife-ridden times. I continue in prayer for our nation.

    1. Amen – thanks Gail!

  2. For more and more people who look like me to attempt to understand and acknowledge that unfortunately, the world is different for you is the first step to unification. Thank you for sharing this. Visiting you today from the soaring with Him link up. laurensparks.n et

    1. Thanks for your honesty and joining the conversation, Lauren. I appreciate you!

  3. We were just exposed to “the racism virus” by one of my grandson’s playmates tonight. It was completely unexpected and not pretty! Heading over to read the rest of the post.

    1. Unfortunately, that virus creeps up when we least expect it Laurie. I’m praying your grandson’s playmate is cured of his infection soon.

  4. Angela Johnson

    Joy, everything you have said is so heart-breaking and true. We have tried to raise our children that there are no difference in people. We are all made by God and He loves all of us the same.

    1. Hi Angela, I’m encouraged by your heartfelt efforts to make a difference as you raise your children. Thanks for sharing. Blessings to you!

Comments are closed.