Above is the date and time that my daughter was told by another child, in the playground at school, that she wasn’t allowed to play with the other kids because she’s black.

I knew it was going to happen one day. I honestly didn’t think it was going to be today. I thought it was going to be a few years from now. Personally I got out of kindergarden unscathed. It was in grade 1 that I was hit with the racial slur in the school yard. But it was only once, by Jason Kalasson. I still remember the guys name and face. I’ll never forget it.

Right now she’s sitting in front of my old laptop, playing Little Bear. She’s smiling, playing, having fun, but I know that the wound she has is deep, and will last her entire life. I kinda hope that this is the worst that will ever happen to her in her life, but I know its not.

Now I’ve got to talk to my wife, we’ve got to talk to the teacher, the kid, etc. And I have to admit, a part of me is really weary. If the natural state of humankind is to divide ourselves because of our race and gender and gender preference etc, and to be cruel and exclusive,  then why constantly fight against it. I’ve got other things to do with my time. And then you look for places to find strength. And then you pick yourself up and keep walking.

Even when you know that there may be no destination.