Saturday, December 18, 2004

Bus Driver, are you black?

So you can probably tell that this blog maybe somewhat racial and have racial profilling overtones...Just a slight warning.

The other day I was driving my school bus and there were two Vietnamese students and one Black student in the bus sitting right behind me. One of the Vietnamese students asked, "Bus Driver, are you black?".

"No," I replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Cause you look black", the fourth grade girl responded.

"You really think I look black?" I continued to question wondering why she thought a blonde hair, blue-eyed and red goatee man was black. When I asked this question, all three students responded "Yeah" and nodded their head.

I told them that I was Scottish, German and Irish. To this the girl responded, "Can you play one of those, um...uh..."

"Bagpipes?"

"Yeah!!! That is it!"

"No," I replied and gently reminded them all that I am black.

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