This morning I am listening to Barak Obamas acceptance speech and I am thinking about, Veronica, Ronald Clark, the young children at
One day she got sick in school. She threw up. I came home and said, “All black people throw up in school.” Shortly there after, when the first self standing magnet school in
There was no way on this earth that her daughter would grow up with a narrow mind. My mother would not stand for that. This was a school that integrated kids from all over
In my mom's effort to raise me well she went back to school when I was 6 years old and became a child psychologist for the
My mom took me to her school once. On the way there she said “Elissa, we do not visit poverty, unless you plan on staying. This is not something to gawk at, this is something to fix.”
When we got to the school we had an experience that has forever remained planted in my heart.
Black children from 6 years old to 6th grade were running up to my mom yelling her name, “Ms. Schiffer, Ms. Schiffer!” And it was such a stark contrast. My blond haired, blue eyed 5”11 mother and these small African American children, literally running after her. Why were they running? They wanted to meet her daughter. They heard she was coming and that she was close to their age.
I was standing right there.
Could they not see me?
So they asked, “Ms. Schiffer, where is she?!” My mom stood in amazement.
So I said, “Its me, I am her daughter.”
They stared in complete silence.
They came up to me and touched my long brown hair and looked into my green eyes. They looked back at my mom and looked at me with complete bewilderment. Later I learned why, as one by one they came to her office.
When they saw me, another small child, close to their age, they saw the opposite of who they were.
I was a "white girl."
If I was a white girl then that must make Ms. Schiffer...White.
How could that be, they wondered?
White people were not kind, they thought.
White people were not loving, they pondered. How could this be?
She stood in stark contrast to all they knew to be true about white people in a world when there was no one they could look up to who was African American. She had a crisis on her hands. I never knew how she dealt with it, but years later when I heard from numerous children, who were going to college, I figured she didn’t do to badly.
Ronald Clark called years after she died and wanted to tell her he "got out." He was going to the Fashion Institute. He was going to make it and he wanted to thank her. I had to tell him she had died, a few years earlier. "Well then," he said, "I want to thank you for letting me be one of 'her kids.' She changed my life."
So when I was watching Barack Obama I hoped Ronald Clark was watching and Veronica and all the small children (now adults) at 102nd Street School who looked up to my mom as someone they thought was black till they met me.
You have someone now. He is president and history was made yesterday.
But it was also made 30 years ago, when my mom taught small children to not see color and when she reminded Ronald Clark he could get out of