Ignorance Isn’t Always Bliss

I wrote this note on Facebook before I started this blog.  A friend reminded me of it when she was the target of racial slurs in her neighborhood this weekend in the Chicago suburbs.  I was taught to ignore, but I am glad my friend chose to confront.  The silent minority should not be silent.  How do you exercise your voice for good and educating ignorance?

We Beckett 4 had just left the house on our way to dinner.  Four young white boys were strolling leisurely down the alley.  As our car slowly approached, they made barely enough room for us to drive by.  As we did, one said loudly, “Hey, you’re Chinese!!”  While Mike kept driving forward, I immediately rolled down my window and replied, “No, actually, we’re Korean!!”  Then one of the boys took the ball he was holding and threw it towards our car.  We were too far forward and his arm was too weak to place the ball anywhere near us, but the intent was clear.  While Mike kept driving forward, I tried to roll down my window, look back, even tried to get out of the car, etc.  Ball retrieved and thrown again.  I was ticked.  Mike calmy kept driving only stopping once briefly in response to my, “STOP!”  Mike: “Why?  What are you going to do?”  Me: “I don’t know, but I can’t just NOT do anything.  Maybe teach them some manners or see where they live or try to find the parents?”  Mike kept driving.  I kept being ticked.

What to do in that situation?  They were probably only 10 years old.  Being a quarter of a century older and wiser didn’t seem to affect my reaction.  In fact, as we continued driving, I had to fight back tears and even say to myself, ‘Think happy thoughts.’  Instead, I thought of first grade when some kid called me Chinese.  My friend, Ellen Wheeler, was so mad she told the teacher, Mrs. Morrison, who was navigating how to handle this situation since I was probably the first Asian kid she taught.  Even some 6 year olds, like sweet Ellen did, know better.  But then again, many do not.  I thought again of 2nd grade when a cute 3rd grader’s friend also called me Chinese and made the usual “ching chong” sounds.  I have a bad memory, but these and many others are burned in my old, forgetful head with much clarity. 

It’s not just that the incident unearthed childhood wounds.  I could say that last night’s sleep deprviation was making me emotional to an extreme today.  It’s more likely the fact that my precious and impressionable 5 year old and my adorable and mimicking almost 3 year old were in the back seat to witness it all.  Poor Ethan had to hear another mom speech about ignorance, people making mistakes/poor decisions, how you are not to throw things at people no matter what, do not tease, etc.  But what might be most responsible for the tears and allowing prepubescent kids to upset me so much was the fact that I know it is inevitable that my darling children will be teased, hurt, made to feel less than, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about that fact.  I cannot protect them from the cruelty of life.  I will not be able to stand in front of them and take every bullet of pain no matter how much I would want to or how hard I try.  All I can do is love them and give them the tools to wear their own bullet-proof vest or the means to heal from those shots that eventually penetrate, because they will.  And they will sting, hurt and wound.

 Ignorance is everywhere, in the hills of West Virginia and the streets of Chicago.  Human nature as well.  But I do believe that being where we are (the city, a diverse church, our neighborhood school) will provide opportunities to broaden our children’s horizons so that hopefully they will not be the kids who throw stones.  Earlier this same day, I had the privilege of helping to shower a mother-to-be.  The room was filled with friends and family of different races who touchingly shared the beauty of Anna and the fortune of her son who will no doubt be raised in abundant love.  I cried happy tears in celebration of who she is and who her biracial child will grow up to be under such direction and care.  It was a stark contrast to what I experienced just a few hours later. 

We continued on to Cho Sun Ok, ate a delicious Korean dinner, and were surrounded by a room busting of Asians.  The boys gobbled down mandoo, chadolgui, and little Connor even ate several bites of the spicy kimchi bokumbap.  For some reason, seeing him inhale kimchi made me so proud.  Good food and ice cream for dessert helped diffuse the anger.  Those kids in the alley are probably decent kids.  Contrary to my desire to label them as bad, ignorant, and even sheltered rich white boys, they are probably not.  After all, I’ve seen my “perfect” children tease and make poor decisions, too.  Instead, I have to remind myself that there is very little to separate us in the mistakes that we make.  Instead, I throw in one more mom speech before bedtime about how God created us differently and those differences are not to be objects of ridicule but rather beauty, that black hair and small dark brown eyes are just as lovely as blonde hair or black skin.  I’m thankful that Ethan and Connor do and will have friends of all kinds, races, socio-economic statuses, languages, etc.  I’m also thankful that I’m married to a calm, rational man who can counter my urges to get out of the car and whoop some ass.  🙂

Turns out those kids also were rude to another neighbor that same day; their crass behavior didn’t discriminate based on race.  I haven’t seen them since so I am guessing they were just some rugrats visiting and not from our beloved ‘hood.  Regardless, I hope all of you reading this are raising your children to be different than these were.

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7 Responses to Ignorance Isn’t Always Bliss

  1. ASK says:

    dude, it would’ve been something to see you “whoop some ass”… you’re like a black belt or something, aren’t you??

  2. LIY says:

    I really empathize with your feelings here. There have been a couple times as a full-grown adult I’ve wanted to strike back at some obnoxious pre-teens. It would not have looked good regardless of the circumstances. I live in a small town too, and word would get out about me flying off the handle at some children. I’ve been restrained so far, thank God. But when I’m with my son, it really provokes me.

  3. SCHO says:

    I want to go over there right now and just wait on the street until they come by again! Thank goodness I live too far 🙂 My hubby would have done the same thing, while I vented and yelled out the car window…brings back way too many bad memories. But you know what, it’s happened in Jersey too! You’d think with all the mass of Asians here.

    I miss you, wish we were closer.

  4. Lisa Hogsten says:

    Leslie, you have a very beautiful way with words. It is so sad that in this day and time children still act this way. My little Hunter will be 4 this Sunday the 25th of Sept. I am raising him to understand there are different types of people, but we all were made by God. It’s so cute for me to see him see someone of another race and not react any differently.

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