When I was first told this story, I died a little inside. It still makes me cringe outwardly just thinking about it. My face is frozen in an expression of dismay as I write this.
Now, I'm white. Really white, actually, with the kind of skin that glows blindingly in the sun and never tans but burns after a few minutes without sunscreen. My husband, on the other hand, is a lovely shade of brown. A son of South Asian parents who grew up all over the world, I hesitate to apply a single nationality to him, but he's brown.
Once our daughter is born, I assume she'll be some mash-up of the two of us. Regardless of what epidermal shade my offspring develop, I want to be certain that other people of color are not mysterious or strange to them. I will die if my kid ever considers black skin "dirty."
Despite having been planning on reproducing with this lovely brown man for a number of years, the reality of the impending implications of having a raising a child of mixed heritage just hit me the other day. And it hit me in a weird place: Etsy.
Oh, sure, I know Etsy can be a bastion of blinding whiteness. It's not like I go there looking for multi-cultural experiences or anything, but I DO go there looking for art.
I've bought some fantastic art on Etsy, and I enjoy supporting indie artists. Having seen a number of lovely collage pieces featuring children, I figured I'd outfit our nursery with some truly bad-ass art showing kids doing awesome things — flying, riding ostriches, taking hot air balloons to the stars.
As I was adding dozens of ethereal, fairytale-like prints to my cart, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't have a single piece of art that features a child who was anything but white. White like me…. but not necessarily like my daughter.
Now, it's not like I'm not aware of white privilege and how some of its most subtle manifestations can be the most insidious. I know that white imagery dominates our culture — in small but heartbreaking terms, it means that there are more light-skinned shades of make-up, and that Band-aids come in a weird flesh tone that doesn't look like anything found in nature but is supposed to approximate white skin. I'm trying to take note of these inequities so I can be ready for them when my daughter questions them.
The thing is, I'd like to think that I might have eventually noticed how "white" kid's art can be if I wasn't having a half-brown baby in about a few weeks, but it's entirely possible that I would have noticed much later — or not at all. Maybe white privilege would have shielded me from the responsibility of making sure that my kid is exposed to images of all kinds of people.
It's not that I could, or would, try to prevent my daughter from seeing art featuring white kids — after all, she'll likely attend school with more white kids than brown, and half of her family is white, so I can hardly pretend like white people are some kind of rare, exotic species that are easily angered and best avoided in the wild. I just want to make sure that the images that my daughter is exposed to early on are as balanced as they can be.
The simple solution, it would seem, would be to find art that doesn't feature people at all, but I have to confess my dislike of cutesy animal-themed art for kids. The nursery that I have planned but will probably never get finished includes maps of the world, lots of space-themed posters, and images of all kinds of different people. Of course, none of this art was actually intended for children.
I sometimes wonder if I'm not being overly sensitive about the issue. After all, I'm not going out of my way to choose a race or ethnicity-specific name, and I don't have the resources or skills to teach our daughter Bengali or Urdu, the "other" languages that her extended family speaks when together. I often find myself wondering how other parents have dealt with the issue of exposing kids to multi-cultural art and images, and would love to hear all about it!