Auntie Jo came back from gymnastics class yesterday and told me in horror that the background music had included a song with the lyrics:
Mammy’s little baby loves short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mammy’s little baby loves short’nin’ bread.
I told her that I was sure she was wrong. The lyrics are, “Mama’s little baby…” Right? Everyone knows that song. But I googled it just to be certain. Sure enough, “Short’nin’ Bread” is an antebellum slave children’s song, the lyrics of which made my toes curl.
Auntie Jo asked three other mothers if they heard it, too, just to be sure. They all agreed with her. But it’s interesting to me, that Jo was the only one who noticed it in the first place. Tariku’s gymnastics class is in a not-exactly-diverse area of Pasadena and for the rest of the moms there, the song was just white noise. None of them seemed phased by the fact that their kids were learning somersaults while a folk remnant of the atrocity of slavery played in the background. It’s not that they were engaging in active racism, but overlooking can also do damage. How are we to change things if we don’t even notice they’re there? I’m pretty sure that I’m the only mom who called and complained.
More white noise… As you can see above, Tariku’s strong man costume included a shirt that looked like a chest with muscles. Well, I had to transform it by sewing brown stretch nylon over the top of it, lest this go down in history as the Halloween that I dressed T as a strong white man. It’s impossible to find a “flesh” colored costume made for a child of color. Here’s the before pic.
Honestly, I’ve walked through a million costume stores in my life and never noticed that white is the only skin color represented. I’m sure I’ve passed by thousands of worse representations of racism and committed the sin of not being aware, of allowing injustice to be white noise. I’m committed now to turning up the volume on it.