I was grocery shopping with my children the other day and was approached by a woman with a puzzled look on her face. I thought she needed help finding something in the store. I was rather surprised when she proceeded to ask me some very personal questions. She asked if my two youngest’s dad was black. I replied with, “Yes, my husband is black.”
She responded with, “But you’re oldest is white. So, you haven’t always liked black men?”
I paused for a moment and said a silent prayer because all I really wanted to do was slap her in the face at this point. As hard as it was,I remained calm and said, “When I look at my husband, I don’t see a black man. I see my rock, a proud and loving father, a role model for my oldest son, a strong soldier who selflessly serves his country to provide crass people like you the freedom to ask inappropriate questions to complete strangers!”
I walked away fuming but with my head held high. I’ll never understand the nerve of some people.
(From left to right: Callum 20 months, Fisher 5, Lynley 2 months)