Downplaying The Racist At Camp
“Racist” is a potent word even from the mouth of an eight year old.
I picked up my son, Yuri, from summer camp earlier this week, and he complained about a “racist”.
Skeptical, I suggested that he exaggerated.
Yuri tensed and shook his head. “He made fun of my name.”
I said, “People make fun of each other’s names all the time, especially kids. That’s not a big deal.”
Yuri pouted and sounded out the l/r confusion common to native Japanese speakers. “He made fun of that too.” My son pulled at the corners of his eyes to slant them. “And he did this.” Continue reading Dad, There Was A Racist At Summer Camp