We moved to our new home a little over a year ago. Like most small towns in the South, it is still quite segregated. There are two distinct cultures, and there aren’t many places that they overlap. The public elementary school is an exception. Not only do black and white children attend together – they also mix socially.When we enrolled our son in the public kindergarten, we were delighted to find that he made friends easily in his diverse class. He is now best friends with Marcus, a black kid who lives in one of the run-down, destitute trailer parks that lie on the edge of town. It's obvious to adults which kids come from the trailer parks and which don't. At least at that age, the kids don't seem to notice.
Every day, our son comes home talking about how Marcus did this, and Marcus said that. They clearly have a close bond. He knows nothing of the different reality that Marcus goes home to each night. They truly are from different worlds. At this young age, however, those different worlds have not yet erected that invisible barrier that keeps segregation and all its consequences in effect - even 40 years after schools were integrated.
When it came time for us to have a birthday party, we realized just how strong that invisible barrier can be. Naturally, our son wanted to invite Marcus to the party. We were dismayed to discover, however, that we had no way to get in touch with Marcus’ parents to extend the invitation.
School regulations prevent the giving out of any personal information about a student, such as a phone number, and the children aren’t allowed to pass out invitations for private parties. We didn’t even have a way to find out Marcus’ last name, short of relying on our son to ask him and remember it when he got home (which didn’t work). And even if we did have his last name, in this day and age, there is a strong chance his legal guardian has a different name.
If it had been a child from our “side of the tracks,” we could have used our social connections to find out who the parents are and extend the invitation – but we simply don’t know anyone from Marcus’ world. The segregation is still that profound. So profound that in a town of a few thousand people, we found it impossible to make a connection with the parents of a child our young son had made such a strong connection with.
As I read books and have conversations with colleagues about how to do effective outreach ministry, the common theme that emerges is “building relationships.” We must get to know the people we wish to reach out to and build friendships and trust. These different worlds will always be separated by that invisible barrier if we can’t share our lives and not just our resources. What better way to begin building such relationships than by celebrating a child’s birthday together?
When we told our son that his best friend couldn’t make it to the party, he cried. My prayer is that this experience isn’t already building his barrier.
