By HEIDI RUCKRIEGEL
The tale I’m about to tell you, dear reader, is a true story.
It happened some time ago but I have never forgotten it and every now and then it returns to both gladden my heart and trouble me deeply. I can’t quite work out what to make of it and what lesson we should learn from it. Perhaps you can help me.
When my children were small I took them to a playgroup, where the mums would chat while helping the little ones play or craft things out of popsicle sticks, paper plates and glue. Many of the mums also had older kids and would talk of their latest adventures at school.
One had a daughter, Emma, in grade 1 at a local suburban primary school. The previous week, Emma had come home from school very excited. There was a new girl in her class. Her name was Sarah, and she was already one of Emma’s ‘very best friends’. Emma wanted to invite her to her birthday party that weekend. She had already handed out invitations a few days before, but she pleaded with her Mum that she just ’had to have’ Sarah at the party, too.
Emma’s mum was quite happy to have another little person at the party and was intrigued about the new girl. Tell me about Sarah; she said to Emma. Sarah loves puzzles, she’s good at drawing, she loves the sandpit, swings and slide. No surprises there! She comes from ‘somewhere else’. Here in Tasmania that would usually mean anything from the next suburb to – gasp! – the Mainland (i.e. the rest of Australia).
Hoping to catch a glimpse of Sarah at that afternoon’s school pick-up, Mum asks what she looks like. Oh, taller than me, Mum! And… ummmm… I don’t know… oh yes! She always has two red ribbons in her hair! Can I have red ribbons, too, Mum? Please? Plleeeaaasssee???
That afternoon, as Emma’s mum picked her up from school, she looked around the milling crowd of excited little kids, eagerly showing off their latest writing. Yep, there was a little girl, taller than the rest, with unmistakeable bright red ribbons in her hair. She was also the first African refugee student at the school, where nearly every other family hailed from the U.K. (probably mostly as colonial-era convicts), a few from the rest of Europe and a sprinkling from Asia.
Why is it that the first thing Emma’s mum noticed about Sarah was not her red ribbons, but her black skin? According to the teacher, not one of the children had made a comment about it.
They were interested in what the new student liked to do and her skin colour was simply irrelevant, so it appears they just didn’t see it. To them, it was unimportant.
After a few weeks, the teacher reported that there had been an episode of giggling in the schoolyard at morning break, with the kids comparing the skin on their arms – one white, one black, one with freckles.
She had had to step in and explain that calling someone “spotty-dots” wasn’t nice and that the other kids needed to apologise to Blake, who didn’t enjoy his new name…
This story raises many questions. Can we only be truly without prejudice if we don’t notice anything different about the other person? What assumptions do we make about someone based on their looks or even the way they speak? How many of them are subconscious?
How often are they wrong or unfair? Where do they come from? How do children grow into the kinds of adults who are so full of hate for anyone ‘different’ that they abuse strangers on a bus because of their skin colour?
Most importantly, what can we do, as parents, family members, teachers, role-models and as a community, do to prevent our young people from becoming racist and intolerant?
Heidi is 51 and lives in Tasmania. She came to Australia with her family from Germany when she was 13. She has lived in Perth, Northern Tassie, China and Hobart and has been a public servant, farmer and teacher. She mostly works from home doing paperwork for a local medical practice. Heidi has 2 kids (19 and 23), a husband, 2 cats and 5 chooks. You can read her blog here.
Have you ever made an assumption about someone based on how they look?
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We have been living in PNG for the last three years. When we moved here, our girls were 2 and 3 1/2. Our youngest has no memory of living in Australia.
Both girls have been attending preschool/school since we arrived.
Just a few weeks ago I noticed for the first time that our youngest was aware of skin color. But it was not in the way you would think. We were in Cairns and she was drawn to the Aboriginal kids walking down the street rather than the white kids. She also has a preference for brown skinned adults, often wandering up to "uncle" or "aunty" for a chat. In her world here in PNG, all of the people she interacts with on a daily basis, apart from us, are varying shades of brown. She is the only white kid in her class and her teachers are PNGean. She is oblivious to her own skin color, despite being a ghostly white, green eyed blonde, and so are her friends.
Our older daughter, who is now 6 1/2, is a tall, willowy, lightly tanned and has honey colored hair. Her best friend is short, stocky, very dark skinned with an afro. Recently the girls were excited to tell me that an author from Australia had visited their class. Aisha said "she has skin like yours". Completely oblivious to the fact that Penny has the same skin as me.
That's so interesting! I lived in China for a year with my family and my kids (10 & 14) went to a Chinese school part-time. The kids there certainly noticed that my children looked different and mobbed them wherever they went, touching their hair, which they found especially fascinating. It was all very friendly but a bit overwhelming, especially for my daughter! I taught English in her class and one day we went through the colours, including clothes, hair and eyes. I hadn't really thought it through enough, as I found that eye-colour is NOT a distinguishing feature in China (stupid me...). In fact, the other kids had not even noticed that my daughter had blue eyes and when I drew a picture of her on the board and labelled her eyes 'blue' there were peals of laughter in the room! The kids didn't believe a word of it. I had to stand my daughter out the front and have the whole class file past, all exclaiming in astonishment at her blue eyes. Had they not noticed because they just weren't USED to looking at eye colours?
PS it took a while for my daughter to forgive me for parading her out the front like that...
Oh, poor girl! That's very funny.
We were in Thailand for about 6 months 2012/13. The girls went to an Australian school but were the only non-Thais there. The kids were fascinated and reported to their parents that the two newcomers had golden hair and that one had green eyes!
I think prejudice starts when you notice a pattern of behaviour from certain groups of people and then wrongly assume everyone has those same negative attributes and not look at them as a person.
It is human to make assessments and generalise and gather information about people based on appearance, dress, mannerisms etc.
Some racism can stem from misunderstanding- for instance in many European languages they do not have words for please etc so can come across as abrupt and rude as it is not their way of communication.
It can stem for a real issue with aspects of another culture. Alerts be honest all cultures have aspects not everyone would appreciate and may find repugnant.
I think people with many negatives experiences with other cultures are more likely to jump to conclusions and base opinions on people based on appearance without judging each person as a clean slate. Add to this constant negative messages from the media and a heap of fear added in and passed down through generations and you get racism.