With my tongue secured firmly in my blog-composing cheek, undeniably, there is a modicum of unintentional truth to the hypothesis.
Like so many in our now-parental generation, with pop cultural blessing, I often find myself singing, “One of these things is
not like the others; one of these things just doesn’t belong…” Insidious the undertones.
“Who are the people in your neighborhood?” C’mon! While we’re readily encouraging our kids to identify the individuals populating their immediate vicinity, the byproduct of the activity by default determines those who are
not “the people in your neighborhood.”
All those sorting and grouping games? Asking for trouble. Put all the same shapes together. Place all of the items that are the same color together. Group the vegetables together. Segregation, thy name is Sesame.
PBS prodigies, our pair, they came home from a first-grade public dressing-down one afternoon declaring “All the kids on Bus #____ are bad, Mom!”
It wasn’t about skin color. It wasn’t about the riders’ families’ fiscal solvency. It was about an
entire bus ridership being called to the principal’s office for poor judgment---captured via on-bus video.
Opportunity given, we discussed how it’s always easier to see misbehavior than good behavior. We addressed the fact that not
every child on Bus #____ makes “bad choices.” Regrettably, the empirical reality is that Bus #____’s riders
could easily—and without parental intervention
would be—pigeonholed into other superficially defined subgroups. Ooof.
Just last week, during a Mommy/Daughter fast-food fest, a turbaned gentleman entered the McDonald’s.
She-Twin (whispering): “Mommy, there’s a terrorist here!”
Mommy (horrified): “Honey! Just because someone wears a turban and a beard, that doesn’t make him a terrorist. You’re saying that based on the way he
looks. That’s like saying you’re like Paris Hilton* (*the subject of great disregard in our family discussions) because you have blonde hair and pretty green eyes. You need to know someone’s
behavior to make judgments and assessments. You cannot simply lump people together based on their appearance.”
Today’s episode of Sesame Street has been brought to you by the letter “X”---X-Ray. Xylophone. Xenophobe.
We do love our Sesame Street; but as Big Bird sang so eloquently and reassuringly, Everyone Makes Mistakes, Oh Yes, They Do...
