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What’s on the Menu?<br />
Deanna’s story by WaTasha Barnes Griffin<br />
Deanna is a pseudonym and she is in 7th grade.<br />
I live in a vibrant house full of color, compassion, tolerance, and acceptance. Many people<br />
in the community know that my parents are of different races, and that my siblings each have<br />
DNA’s that are blended with love. You want to know the race of my parents, don’t you?<br />
Okay, okay, my dad is Italian American and my mom is African. To some of you, that might<br />
seem strange, but to us it is nothing out of the ordinary.<br />
My mom and dad teach me to treat each and every one that I meet with kindness, even when<br />
I don’t think they deserve it. I have also been taught that not everyone will extend that same<br />
respect and kindness to me.<br />
One fall morning, I was sitting in my science class with my stomach growling louder than the<br />
teacher’s voice-signaling to me and all those within earshot, that lunchtime is on its way. Mind<br />
you that this is the last class prior to my lunch period. Although I am attentively listening to<br />
our teacher go on and on about ancient Rome, my mind is already thinking of what is on the<br />
lunch menu.<br />
Finally, the 11:20 a.m. bell rings to dismiss us from class and now it’s lunchtime! Time to<br />
quiet this beastly belly growl that I have going on, time to unwind and let down my hair, and<br />
yep, it is time to kick it and socialize with my friends!<br />
I get to the cafeteria and race through the hordes of kids to get to the tray line. I look at the<br />
menu and make my food selections. As I make my way back through the cafeteria, waving<br />
and saying “Hello” as I go, attempting to balance my lunch tray all at the same time, I notice<br />
that several of my friends have already beat me to “our” claimed lunch table. I join them<br />
and, before long, Allie, Mackenzie, Marie, and I are eating from a diverse group of foods<br />
and chatting away. Someone has hot Cheetos, snack cakes, and milk, another has a salad, one<br />
has Subway that was carried in by her mother, and I have the standard cafeteria selections,<br />
hooray!…Not. All four of our racial profiles are just as unique as our food choices, and yet we<br />
are the best of friends.<br />
My friend Allie, who is Caucasian, begins to talk about her relationship with her boyfriend,<br />
David, who is black. She says that her mother knows she is dating a black guy, but her dad does<br />
not. She states that if her dad knew that she was dating a black guy, he would be very upset<br />
with her, have a conniption fit, or disown her. So to avoid a big ol’ misunderstanding, she and<br />
her mother have decided to keep this little secret, named David, to themselves. Mackenzie,<br />
who is also Caucasian, shakes her head from side to side and says, “Really Allie? Now that you<br />
are mentioning it, I never understood how you could date David. I will never date a black guy<br />
because my religion states that the black and white races should not mix. The Bible says that<br />
whites are to date whites and blacks should only date blacks—we all should just date within<br />
our own color.”<br />
My mouth drops open in shock; luckily no flies are swarming around, gross right? I am<br />
flabbergasted by what I am hearing sitting at this lunch table in the school cafeteria. This<br />
conversation was definitely not on the lunch menu! I mean, really? My dear friend Mackenzie<br />
really thinks this way? Is she a racist? I am black, so is she only pretending to like me?<br />
There are so many thoughts running through my mind, disbelief being the main one. So I ask<br />
Mackenzie what her religion is and she replies, “I am of the Christian faith.” I respond by<br />
saying, “Mackenzie, I am of the Christian faith, too. Where in the Bible did you find scripture<br />
that’s says that blacks and whites should not date?” “Oh, I cannot remember exactly. My<br />
mother tells us that ’God didn’t intend for the black and white races to mix,’ all of the time.<br />
Heck, we can just Google it and see,” Mackenzie says with a giggle.<br />
I feel my fury begin to rise up inside of me, but I keep my cool on the surface. I think to<br />
myself, “Wow, all of those times I have spent hanging out with the Jones family, and I never<br />
knew Mrs. Jones was racist? What about Mackenzie’s dad? Wait, are they really racist?”<br />
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