Sunday, February 15, 2009
Yes, Morgan Freeman is a good choice but I have to believe God has a really kick-ass dental plan and wouldn't let his teeth look like his dentist is employed at Shawshank.
Apparently my oldest daughter agrees, or at least, THINKS God should look like Danny Glover.
How do I know, you ask?
I blame Black History Month. Or at least the Black History Month posters in her school that cause her to ask questions about Martin Luther King and Whites Only water fountains.
Well, it all starts with racism. Or at least, my definition of it. Even in this age of Obama, and the fact that we live in a predominately Black area, my wife and I still feel it necessary to tell our daughters about good ole' USA-Prime racism.
So last night, as I was reading "The Story of Ruby Bridges" to my two girls, the question of racism came up.
My eldest asked why the little girl wasn't allowed to go to school with the other children.
"Because back then White people didn't think Black people should go to school with them."
"But she's not Black, she's brown."
"Well, that's what we call ourselves."
I won't bother you with the back and forth about the actual color of people but you might imagine it took some time.
And then, from left field, she asked "what color was God when he was a man?"
CUE THE RECORD SKIP
First off, that's a clear Christian concept. Not angels, not the la-di-da big poppa in the sky idea. No, that was a question born of a Christian agenda. One I suspect she got from hanging out with her friends across the street -- you know the Jehovah's witnesses.
Instead of tying her to a chair and interrogating her about this new wrinkle in her growing theology, I asked simply:
"Do you mean Jesus?"
"Well, he was brown like you and me." Now, I don't know that he looked like Mekhi Phifer or Kanye West, but he probably looked more like Barack than Barry Manilow.
She chewed it over a minute and then replied:
Well, I can't argue there.