I am finally setting up my very own blog. Who knew...just a few years ago the term "blog" meant nothing to me. While I knew it had to do with internet postings, I figured it was only for those computer savvy people out there. Fast forward to present time, and you find me addicted to no less than five blogs which I read religiously and cry when they're not updated regularly.
8.01.2007
too.many.chinese.kids.
Since we're stuck in the south end for a couple of hours each morning, we've been spending the time at a nearby playground/park. It's really the ideal place- shady, fenced off, nicely manicured and with beautiful brownstones surrounding it on all four sides. The only downside is that it's a little on the small side. Yesterday afternoon, while looking for a parking place, we came across another playground. This one was huge and super fancy. Curving rock climbing walls, a spiderweb type net, and futuristic styling made it very appealing to the small folk. Today e and I showed up around 9:45am. The only other people there were the two boston police department woman who hang out on folding chairs. E was thrilled. She tried the big net thing first, and then made her way to the climbing wall. She was coming back when a day care class showed up. There were about twenty kids, and they were all chinese. She looked a little taken aback, especially when they all started jumping on the net she was climbing. Then two more classes showed up each with about fifteen kids. They too were chinese. At this point e, who is usually the popular one on the playground, came and asked if we could play at a different section because "there're so many kids that it's getting a little overwhelming." As we moved over, two more classes came, so there were close to 100 chinese kids on the playground. I didn't even know that there were 100 four to five year old chinese kids in chinatown. How do I know they were all chinese? Because one little girl pointed out to blond hair blue eyed e that she wasn't chinese, and said it in "a voice I didn't like." We ended up heading back to our favorite little neighborhood playground, and made friends with the few other kids who hung out there.
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Seems like there could be some lesson to be learned here...did E tell the kids that she had been to China recently (not that any of them have necessarily been there themselves)? Then again, sometimes one doesn't want to learn/think too much on a nice summer day!
Heh. THIS is why I don't want to have a kid in suburbia, or maybe even on the east coast... (I realize this happened in Boston, not suburbia). Out here in farming-land, my happa kid would be one of the few NOT blond-haired, blue eyed kids (or some variation of caucasian), and I'm afraid my kid would be treated as e was. It's not right. Its never fun to be singled out because of something you have no control over, and I think an entire childhood of being an oddity would be really hard. Especially with all the snobby rich kids around where I live (what kind of a kid drives a new saab convertable? I mean really...). Just imagine if it were playground after playground after playground of "what ARE you?" - kids can be merciless, and usually go right for the jugular. I suppose we should blame the parents for reinforcing such attitudes...
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