Once, as I was putting the final touches on the live auction program for my sons’ school, one of the committee moms expressed surprise when I told her that I wanted to get more Black parents involved the following year.
“It’s funny,” she said. “I don’t really ever think of you as Black. I’ve always just seen you as one of us.”
(cont.)
The last time I heard that comment, I replied sweetly, “Who is us?”
Whew, the face CRACK! She wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole. They don’t even realize what they’re saying until you make them think about what they just said.

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