|Courtesy Library of Congress|
(I also looked up links to Canadian black history. Just in case she was curious.)
At home, I've tried to plant some seeds in The Boy and TwoBoo's brains before they get to school.
As far as I know -- and I could be really, really wrong -- no one's excluded or bullied The Boy because of his racial heritage. But The Husband and I've crossed our fingers and waded into the big Racism Talks with The Boy a few months ago. He needs to be ready for the (willfully ignorant) people who try to provoke him, even though he has lots of friends of varying backgrounds and (sometimes lack of) hue.Michelle Bachmann's version of American history is mind-splittingly wrong. They don't know why kids should know Huck Finn repeatedly called his best friend the N-word. This is a time when "some of my best friends are black" has turned into hipster racism. We've tried to emphasize how we wish we didn't have to tell The Boy about this -- but that it was better for him to know before someone tried to surprise and hurt him with it later.
I'm already worried about whether The Boy is mature enough to handle being a first-grader. I don't have the energy to counter black history being served up as a Very Special Episode of American history.
Maybe next year.