The Boy has been compulsively listening to Hamilton, which is non-traditionally cast.
"Was Aaron Burr black?" the Boy asked.
Obama was elected when the Boy was in kindergarten. To a kid who has only known the country with an African American president, this was probably not a bizarre question. Of course he knows there was slavery, but that didn't mean it applied to all black people. To him, asking if one of the Founding Fathers was black was a legitimate question to which he didn't know the answer.
I hope one day my granddaughter will ask me who the Founding Mothers were, or why weren't they called the Founding Parents, and it will be a legitimate question to which she didn't know the answer.
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
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