I am writing to you from 2017 a time that seems so far away you probably cannot fathom it since you are still in primary school.
I can see you now through my memories sitting in the playground with a friend during lunchtime,
I can’t hear what you are talking about but I know it’s something light hearted,
Little do you know something is approaching that you will never forget.
Then it happens, I see the confusion on your face as you hear what they are say,
I know you are wondering if they are really talking to you.
The shock turns to confusion as you touch your hair to feel someone’s saliva amongst your cornrows.
What would I say to little Leah who didn’t fully understand what was being said to her, who didn’t see colour of skin as a problem – just the way mum and dad made me and who was confused as to why someone would do something so horrible.
I would tell her that even though she looks different to some of the other children that she is still beautiful. That the way she sees the world is the right way and that some people do have different views but to not to hold it against them. That no matter what anyone calls her, she can be who she wants to be as long as she works hard.
That even though it’s 2017 and I still do not fully understand why people are racist that love is bridging the differences across races and though Racism is still a big issue more people from all different backgrounds are working to fight against it.