Saturday, July 09, 2005

We DO Have Diversity...Short White People, Tall WP, Plump WP, Thin WP...

I admit it. We live in the suburbs, not OFFICIALLY, but for all intents and purposes we do. Our subdivision is a mere 9 minutes from downtown Austin, but demographically is miles and miles removed. We moved here from inner-city Dallas, and the ethnic diversity in our old neighborhood is one of the things I miss most. (Not so much the drug dealers next door, the home robberies, the battles over "gentrification".) However, the schools here are the best in the area (and arguably the state) and the size-for-the-money-while-still-being-close-to-downtown was right. That said.....it is VERY white-bread here. We have a few token Asian and Indian families, but that's about it. Our church mirrors the community. While we go to public spots and travel, our children really don't see "people of color" much in their day-to-day lives, except at the grocery store. I have a confession....I am CHEAP. If there is a deal to be had on things I buy frequently, I will seek it out. Thus I shop at HEB ,which has the lowest prices on groceries anywhere. Their stores are also clean, well-stocked, and they have dedicated "customer with child" parking...I love that. My store is in South Austin, and many Hispanics and African Americans shop there, along with the white folks from the 'burbs even farther out than mine. The other component to this story is Tivo.We Tivo shows that we would never watch on live tv (admit it, so do you!). We Tivo Pimp My Ride.Yes, it's a bit trashy, but in that car-accident-on-the-side-of-the-road kind of way that you just can't avert your eyes from. And sometimes the kiddos are around when it's on.
And that, children, is where our story for today begins......
So we're in HEB, turn down the cereal aisle, and my beautiful older son screams at the top of his lungs: " XZIBIT! From CAR SHOW!!!!!" Needless to say, Xzibit was NOT picking up a box of Fruity Pebbles at my S.A. HEB, but there WAS a very nicely dressed, young African American man wearing corn rows and a dewrag, who, from the back, might have resembled Xzibit to my ethnically-challenged offspring. After making the decision not to turn around and go down some other aisle far, far away on the other side of the store, I told the Critter that it looked like X, but really wasn't him, and that not every young black guy is X. Either the guy was really good at acting like he didn't hear, or he just didn't care, because there was NO WAY he didn't hear.
Geez....we've got to get across I35 more.......

4 Comments:

Blogger Mainline Mom said...

I love this story! Heehee. I just moved from a town called Reading, PA to a town about 40 miles closer to Philadelphia and I am LOVING the ethnic diversity. Inner city Reading was 40% Latino and 20% black, but we lived in the burbs which were filled with grumpy Pennsylvania Dutchy types. Now we live in a very mixed area with some wealth and some poverty and the pharmaseutical R&D firms bring a LOT of Asians and Indians and Arabs to the area. Plus the poorer area near me still has plenty of blacks and latinos. When we go to the park or the mall it is VERY mixed, which I think is great for my kid. I really hope he grows up colorblind.

3:50 PM  
Blogger Jen said...

Oh, MAN! That's hilarious!

1:22 PM  
Blogger VW said...

That is such a cute story. Reminds me of my youth and the story my mom told me of the first time I saw an African American.

3:55 PM  
Anonymous Gerah said...

ethnically-challenged offspring. Nice.

I guess you should just feel lucky. My poor kid barely even gets to see black people at all. Her cultural experience is: Poor white trash, dirty white trash, fat white trash, pregnant white trash, baby white trash...

5:34 PM  

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