Thanks for sharing!
It remind me a very proud moment for me as a father. My mom, comes from Venezuela, and she has been in her own bubble for most of her life. So sometimes you need to have serious conversations with her about what’s appropriate and so on. Last time we visited we were taking her back to the airport in DC, we took the morning to go around and see some monuments. My son (7 years old second-grader) had the role of explaining to us (the non-U.S. educated) who the people in the monuments were, and what they did. When walking around Martin Luther King, he said “this is my favorite, because he was fighting so everybody could have the same rights,” I asked what do you mean? he said well dad, back in the days, people of color were not able to do things as white people, for example voting. Then he said hey dad, if we were living back in those years we couldn’t vote right? because we are brown. At that moment my Mom jumped in and said “don’t say that, we are not brown, we are not anything, we are just people, stop saying things like that, we are like everybody else, we don’t need to pay attention to color of the skin”
His wonderful answer: “Wait grandma. We do are brown, and I’m proud of being brown, it’s part of my family, it’s part of my culture, it’s what I am. I love my white and black friends, and I care about them, but I’m brown and there is nothing to be ashamed because of it.”
In my mind he just dropped a huge mic.