Being the Blan
I could and should write a whole essay about what it’s like to be the only white person here, but without something larger prepared I just had to share a tidbit from today.
Today I made a kid cry.
I’ve seen kids shy away and cuddle up to their parents when they see the color of my skin, but this kid was screaming, wailing, and running away in absolute terror. I apologized to the rest of the older kids who served as this little dude’s protection, but even as I passed he was still crying. I have to admit the rest of us got a kick out of it. Interestingly enough, several minutes later I was greeted by a little one who had the complete opposite reaction. Her mom brought her down to the road to see the blan, and all she wanted to do was touch my hand that I held out for her. Ahh, being the blan.
