(Just a heads-up: this is not going to be about the pottery painting studio chain 🙂 )
Recently, one of my twin girls declared “I’m WHITE!”
Shocked the heck out of me.
I hastened to kindly correct her: “Actually, honey, you’re Jew-Asian”.
She promptly retorted, “I don’t like Asian! I’m WHITE!”
Personally I found this on the sickening side, and realized that one of the kids at our local YMCA toddler gym class, that my girl must have played with, probably came from a racially prejudiced home.
So I reasoned it out with her: “Is Dada white?” She admitted that Dada was definitely not white. I told her “Dada is Asian. Do you love Dada?” She said she did. “Well, if Dada is Asian, and Mama is Jewish, then you and your sister are Jew-Asian!”
She seemed content with that, but again, the next day, she proclaimed herself to be “WHITE!”. So I went over it with her once more, and again the next day, too. After that she didn’t bring it up, and I haven’t taken her back to that playgroup since.
I really have no idea how to bring up the topic of racial, or any, prejudice to a 3 year old child.
I did mention it to my husband, so he wouldn’t be blindsided by it or start thinking I’d be fitting the girls for little white sheets to wear, and he was a little hurt, but understood that our daughter really had no idea what she was saying, and that she was just applying a label she heard another child using, that that child probably heard at home and didn’t understand themself.
Luckily the problem seems to be nipped in the bud for now, but I’m not looking forward to the day I have to explain to my girls about the Holocaust and the Japanese internment camps run by the U.S. during WWII.