Typical Park Slope

We live in a nice, diverse neighborhood. And so my son’s class is equally diverse (not as diverse as when he had a classmate named Jihad, but anyway). So I am walking my son to school today, and he tells me that his friend–the son of a white Belgian man and a black Jamaican woman, both from their points of origin, not second generation or anything–doesn’t like another classmate to play with them because he’s a vegan (never mind, by the way, that this kid is a gluten-free vegan; I have no idea, besides rice, what he’s eating. He looks healthy, though).

Oy. I asked my son what he was going to do about it, because it was wrong, and he said he told his friend that it wasn’t fair to discriminate against someone. I pointed out that it was just as wrong if someone told his friend they didn’t want to know him because he was black.

We’ll see what happens with that one.

2 Responses to “Typical Park Slope”

  1. jon Says:

    Have him hand Slim Jims and Haribo Black Licorice Gummis. (Ok, I’ll stop now.)

  2. Kwana Says:

    Vegan discrimination? Very new to me. There has to be something else there. Maybe the vegan said something to the other boy about what he was eating or the other way around causing animosity. Why do parents make it so hard on their kids? What does he do at pizza parties? Can you tell me?

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