Tuesday, September 14, 2004

My town is considered an ideal breeding ground for children but I'm beginning to wonder. It's probably true that the school system is first rate. It's the culture that I worry about.
We have the ethnic diversity of an Icelandic church social. White is everywhere. A few oriental faces, maybe one or two Indian kids in the school, but otherwise a linen landscape.

There are advantages. My son has very dark skin, his biological father probably coming from southern Russia. I can pick him out of busy play ground at a hundred yards. Finding my blonde, blue-eyed daughter, however, is like finding a contact lense in a bowl of water.

I grew up in a town like this. Even worse actually - I never met a Jew or Asian until I went to college. The upbringing is safe, like a double-walled container. But I think there is a price to pay for not knowing the world as it is.

But it isn't just the ethnicity that bothers me. We see a lot of kids at the pool, the playground, and around town. Is it me or are they tightly controlled, building solitary worlds from Play-Dough, quiet and thoughtful, annoyed by loud noises like laughter? These are the budding bulemics, racing through flash cards while scratching hands underneath the table.

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