July 01, 2005

Whatever are they teaching the children (and how do we unteach them)?

I was playing with my niece Brianna earlier today. She's only 4 years old (well, almost 5 - the almosts are very important at that age), and we were running around in the garden, playing hide and seek, and catch, and several other of those games children devise with the specific goal of testing the stamina of 30 something uncles in mind (the somethings are very important at my age). At some point she picked up a plastic toy gun that fired those rubber darts with suction cups on the end that could never be made to stick to any surface, and decided we going to play a new game. "Let's pretend to shoot the coloured people," she said.

Woolly minded liberal that I am, I was a bit shocked by this, as well as slightly bemused by her choice of words . I tried to prod as to why she wanted to shoot the coloured people ("because they eat people") whilst all the while trying to suggest that really it wasn't such a good idea, even in play. Ultimately I blustered and flustered my way through a speech that was probably preaching tolerance rather than teaching it and I suspect my good intentions were lost on my audience. Brianna for her part just wanted to carry on playing, but I found my enthusiasm had waned considerably.

Perhaps her attitude is simply due to childish naivety and I'm overreacting - I remember running around playing cowboys and indians after all - but I loath the idea that racism should be allowed to take hold at such an early age.

Any thoughts?

Thought iMark at July 1, 2005 11:53 PM | TrackBack

Comments

I think you can relax, Mark ... I know that stab of fear when a child of yours (or your family) comes out with something that is such anathema to you. It's a real shock. However, if they are not living with those attitudes, it's just a passing thing and sometimes getting too shocked just shows them that they have another trick up their sleeve with which to push your buttons. I can remember being totally horrified and aghast at hearing my son, in a crowded playground, call another little boy who was pestering him a 'Jew-boy'. I nearly melted into an embarrassed puddle on the floor. I couldn't for the life of me figure out where he had learned that, as I would never (woolly-minded liberal that I am) call somebody a 'Jew' - a Jewish person, maybe but not label somebody in that way and certainly never perjoratively. I came to the conclusion that he must have heard that phrase at his rather exclusive, highly expensive private primary school which I had hoped might be a more rarified environment for sponge-like little minds than our overcrowded inner-city local primary. So much for that! In the meantime, 5-year-old Lewis was totally mystified as to why I was incandescent with rage at what he'd said, and I eventually came to the conclusion that he had no idea of the magnitude of his utterance. I think you should presume the same of Brianna. And, in the meantime, make the next storytime 'Little Polar Bear Finds a Friend', in which the little white polar bear finds a little brown friend whose parents have been captured and who needs a family. Little brown bear fears little polar bear's parents might not want her because she's different. Little polar bear's mother replies, "Nonsense - bears are bears!" which is a phrase which has been used many times since in our household in discussions about 'isms'.

Posted by: Foots at July 2, 2005 01:18 AM
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