My oldest son, wrestling with a 4-year-old’s happy struggles, is trying to clarify how many people can be his best friend. “My best friends are you and Mama and my brother and …” But even a child’s joy is not immune to this ominous political period. This summer’s images of violence in Charlottesville, Va., prompted an array of questions. “Some people hate others because they are different,” I offer, lamely. A childish but distinct panic enters his voice. “But I’m not different.”
It is impossible to convey the mixture of heartbreak and fear I feel for him. Donald Trump’s election has made it clear that I will teach my boys the lesson generations old, one that I for the most part nearly escaped. I will teach them to be cautious, I will teach them suspicion, and I will teach them distrust. Much sooner than I thought I would, I will have to discuss with my boys whether they can truly be friends with white people.
I'm sure a few people on here will have already seen this.
The part I highlighted is the bit that really got to me though. This is the major problem with identity politics right here. The poor kid up until that point in his life had never believed himself to be different and for good reason, because he isn't. Yet his mother is trying to make him different, to see others as different. To treat others differently based on their skin colour; to see skin colour and the first and foremost factor in forming an opinion of someone. Its a funny thing about kids, if you "teach" them nothing about children of other races, they get along great with them.
Does nobody else sort of worry that NYT and outlets like The Hill, Cosmo, WashPo and The independent frequently post subjects like this and legitimize what I can't see to be anything other than racism, purely because they feel it justified as the classic roles of victim and perpetrator are reversed?