My son and I enjoyed a fro-yo in a small courtyard area after school today. A Black woman and a White woman sat at a small table next to us. The White woman talked and talked and talked and talked and talked. Eventually, I noticed my son watching the pair. I whispered to him, “That White lady is talking a lot, isn’t she?”
I’ve noticed this before. Whenever I sit near a White person and a Black person who are out together, the White person monopolizes the dialogue. The Black person quietly nods, and slips in short affirming exclamations. I wondered if my son noticed the same thing. Without even pausing for thought, he nodded.
Luc: “She should stop talking. The Black lady wants to say something.”
Me: “Do you think the White lady will stop talking so she can say it?”
Luc: (sighs like he’s 70 years old) “She should turn off her engine.”
Luc: (pointing at his mouth) “Yangyangyangyangyang…”
Luc & Me: (peels of laughter)