My Dear Sons
Yes, I know that for the first time in your elementary school history you will be going to school. On Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. I’ll admit, at first I was not pleased. How could school be in session on such an significant day? I was tempted to keep you home. Then I thought about it it (and I am not a big thinker of late).
You’re going to school. And when you go, you’ll see people riding the bus. And they can sit wherever they please…unless someone just happens to be in their favorite seat because they got there first. See..this is why I say get up early.
Daddy will drive you. In a car that he bought because he has a job. A job teaching. And he teaches…wait for a it…children of all backgrounds. Imagine that.
When daddy drops you off you will walk freely up the school steps. You won’t need an armed police escort to see you through the front door. There will not be a line of racist people shouting insults so nasty you’ll wonder if the trek into the building is really worth it. No. You will likely bolt out of the car in effort to beat your brother to the entrance. (Please be careful of the little kids and the ice okay?).
When you get to school you will see kids of practically every hue there is. Black kids, Asian children, Hispanic kids, White kids and there’s a few I don’t know what the heck they are. And you and your brother won’t have to go to separate classrooms than your white friends. That thing in the hall where you get water? You’re free to use that to. Bathrooms too.
While you’re in school in that one class you may not like so much and you begin to daydream, think of others who fought hard. I’m talking damn hard, for you to be in that one class you might not like so much. Think of your Grandfather Endom. You know the group photo of the men in uniform in the dining room? The one with the lone man of color (with that beautiful smile, like a young Denzel). Think about how he, and countless others fought for the freedoms of many. Think about that because of where he lived he could not vote when he turned 18. You’ll be 18 in a few years. Think of how your Grandmother was the first Black female pharmacist in this state. Think about all of that, and then think about what you can contribute and what you wanna be when you grow up. And pay attention too, okay? Even in the class you don’t like so much.
Daddy and I will be home. Yes, the same home in which I recently found out had a a clause in the deed when we bought it stating that it could not be sold to any Black person. Ha…makes me wanna stay here forever…even with that kitchen I dislike so much. Yup. We will be home in the house we were able to get a mortgage for without regard to our race. And the same house that when we bought it, the neighbors didn’t all decide to sell their homes.