What to tell her handsome young son when his classmates assured him his days at “their” school were just about over because Donald Trump would make sure he was on the other side of The Wall to be built by the Mexican Government.
Mom wasn’t a person known for paying much attention to politics. She, as a single parent, was busy holding down two low-paying jobs and making sure her one kid got the best America had to offer.
Well, at least he was getting the best of America that she could give him, and one of her gifts to him was to avoid letting him know that he was in any way different to the white-majority kids at the school she drove him to and picked him up from every day.
“A Wall?” she asked her neighbor.
That Trump name, Mom sorta remembered from television and some show called The Apprentice – where he fired people – and for her somewhat foggy recollection they weren’t even Mexican.
Trumped on the schoolyard playground?
While one mom was working hard to make life as comfortable as possible for her young son, his playground counterparts had moms and other family members who were just as busy relishing in their upcoming opportunity to take their country back.
Those kids, the owners of the school, those who called it their school, didn’t make up the idea of a wall separating them from the rapists and criminals that cross the border into our country.
Were they schoolyard bullies? Were they kids just repeating the conversations they’d heard at home?
When white parents believe the country belongs to them, most certainly their children will follow the family value system and believe the schoolyard is theirs.
The comfortable life that Mom believes she can provide for her son can’t just join their household based upon her hopes and dreams.
“Yes, a Wall” the neighbor answered, and added she suspected the Donald would be deporting Chinese, since the railroads had long been completed and they have overstayed their time.
The neighbor further remarked that African-Americans would be rounded-up, Obama included, since their group is no longer needed to pick cotton.
Mom was totally confused. The sarcasm didn’t register. She only knew her son didn’t understand what the kids on the playground were laughing about and neither did she.
This political season is much more than an upcoming election. It is a time for parents to take a look at who they are, who they thought they were, and to move forward providing their children an age-appropriate accurate view of the American reality.