Me and the younger kid were trying our hand at finishing drywall, when he asked “Can we go to the pool?” He’s been a good helper, so there’s no way I could say no. “Tell your brother to put on some trunks and let’s go.”
Fast forward to the pool. My 2 sons, 8 and 9 years old were playing water basketball, peacefully enough before a group of 3 black kids between about 12 and 14 started in. I was sitting off to the edge in my street clothes, glancing at a book and periodically glancing at the pool. I see a little scuffle and walk over. I told my 8 year old “come out and talk to me over here. What’s going on?” He tells me “That black kid keeps splashing me, he spit in my face and called me a bitch.” I tell him “if he calls you a bitch or spits on you again, punch him in the nose.”
“let’s go talk to your brother now.” I tell his 9 year old brother “stay with your little brother. If anything happens, don’t let him get hurt, you hear me? Stay next to him.”
So, they go back to play water basketball, and the kid spits on my 8 year old son, and calls him a bitch. Before the 8 year old has a chance to act, his 9 year old brother steps in and smashes the black teen twice, two hits to the nose. After that, it kinda turned into an all around scuffle.
The life guards immediately blame my two younger smaller white boys, so I motion from across the pool for my boys to come over to me. No sooner do they come, now here’s three men of color walking aggressively towards me. I stand to greet them and the leader of the pack tells me “Yo kid hit my kid. Whatchoo gonna do about that?” I lie and say “I didn’t see my kid hit anyone.” And then, “my kid tells me your kid spit on him and called him a bitch.” The man with his 2 friends beside him informs me in a menacing tone “you need to talk to yo kid!” Sorry folks, but if there’s one thing I won’t stand for it’s a stranger showing any sign of aggression anywhere near my children. Every instinct in me wants to drop this clown, slap the doo-rag off his nappy head (the three guys were also wearing street clothes, not swimming), and stomp his brains out until one side of the pool is pink
As he took another step closer to me, I looked deeply into his chocolate eyes and pointed my finger to the south. “Walk the fuck away right now.” The three wannabe gangsters walked away, not before calling me a bitch over their shoulder. All this is going on at the edge of the pool. I turned to the military age male lifeguard and said “you’re a coward. You saw exactly what was going on the whole time, and just looked the other way. Easier to blame my kids isn’t it?”
I asked my kids if they were scared during the ruckus at the pool. The 9 year told me “I wasn’t scared and I don’t feel bad about punching that kid. He never should have bullied my little brother.” Sometimes walking away is best, and the idea of me hospitalizing 3 people of color in the parking lot, fun as it may be, wasn’t really a very good option if it could be avoided. We left the pool, and got some ice cream on the way home.
Today they learned something.
I don’t know what, but something.