Bill Belew has raised 2 bi-cultural kids, now 34 and 30. And he and his wife are now parenting a 3rd, Mia, who is 8.
Why do Americans come in different flavors? Why is it necessary to point out that Americans come in different flavors?
Chocolate, lemon, vanilla,strawberry …
I don’t understand this. Maybe I am too little.
One of my favorite songs at church is Jesus Loves the Little Children.
“Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight.”
I am sure that Jesus does not see us in different colors. Or does he? No, he doesn’t.
Why do Americans and people outside of us have to see us as coming in different colors and flavors.
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Do you think it is important or even relevant to point out a person’s blood lines or heritage when talking about them?
Is it possible to be just an American?
I wonder if other countries have to deal with this sort of issue?
Are they black and white or pink and purple Europeans?
Are there different kinds of Koreans and Chinese?
This reminds me of a funny but not really funny story.
A bus driver was taking some black and white kids to school. The kids started fighting about their differences.
The driver made everyone get off the bus.
“You guys are not black or white. You are all green.”
When the kids finally got the point he said, “Now, everyone back on the bus. Light green in the front and dark green in the back.”
Can’t we all be the same color?
Talk to Bill and others about their experiences raising bi-cultural Japanese-American kids.