Just had some good, quiet chat this afternoon and evening, sharing a pan pizza for dinner and keeping half an eye on the news or on the game. Talked about Brideshead Revisited, which she's almost finished; about her and Aunt Pat's upcoming summer trip to Ireland, with me alternately moaning about places she was missing or moaning about places she was hitting that I had missed; talked about the nieces/granddaughters and such achievements as Haley learning to walk and Grace learning to pray. (Quoth Grace: "mumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemum
I'm knocking off the epilogue to Beverly Daniel Tatum's "Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria?" tonight so that I can pass the book on to my sister Leslie tomorrow. This fabulous book--which I really wish I'd read before teaching high school--is one of the texts for the ethics class I am TA for this spring, "Christian Faith and Racial Justice." It's got incredible stuff about early childhood, childhood, and adolescent racial identity development and it was only in the course of reading this that I realized for the first time that my nieces would undergo some of this, being Irish-Taiwanese. I just tend to think of racial and ethnic diversity in terms of "fun," and hadn't seen the sobering fact that the girls would likely face racial identity or even racist challenges in the course of their development. One of the benefits of "white privilege" for me is that I don't have to think of such things, even when I ought to or need to. So, with Leslie's background in early childhood development, I thought she might find the book useful if it gives her any insights into the future of which she isn't already aware.