One of the moms in my group had a GREAT explanation for the “difference” (not really) between black and white skin.
Evie asked me a question after MLK day. Many would find it difficult to explain… but this is what I said. I held a white towel against my arm and asked if they matched. She laughed and said, “no”. I held a black towel and asked her if anyone she knew resembled the towel. Again, she laughed and said, “no”. I explained that we are all just different shades of brown. Flesh, blood and bone. Full of emotion, love and tenderness. We are all the same, just a different shade!
I thought that was simply awesome—and a perfect way to handle what could be a potentially uncomfortable or awkward question. The next day, this photo was making the rounds on Facebook and I thought it was apropos to her explanation.
