“It didn’t even seem like they noticed,” she said to me.
We had just finished putting our apartment back in order after some friends had spent the late afternoon with us. E and S had put up much less of a struggle going to bed than I had anticipated, given that it was much later than usual and that the hyperactivity of entertaining company had not yet worn off. S had no doubt exhausted herself by trying to defend her territory against the other young girl who had come over (never mind the fact that the other girl was six months S’s junior and had very little interest in fighting). E, meanwhile, had pushed through the initial focus on the two girls and used up his energy convincing all four adult males to play board games with him.
“I mean, I’m glad they didn’t notice,” T added. “It’s just interesting; I don’t think we’ve ever had any black friends over to our apartment before.” Continue reading “How Do I “Do Diversity Right?””
