I love this photo of little Sophie, holding hands with an Aboriginal girl in Australia. Not only am I wearing the most ridiculous outfit (my mom let me dress myself as a child) but, having no memory or anecdotes to suggest otherwise, I like to think of this as evidence for how children are born nondiscriminatory. While I can’t speak for the other little girl, it appears that I didn’t notice or care about our differences, all I saw was a potential friend to play with, and seized the opportunity.
In high school a student names Brock from Adelaide, Australia came to stay for awhile. I showed him the picture and told him about how my dad still played didgeridoo for us on occasion, etc. He proceeded to tell me about how terrible the discriminating against native Aboriginal people was, and it forever changed how I saw this photo.
On a totally separate note: My dad’s favorite memory from Sydney was when he tried to order a martini, and they responded they were “all out of martini.”
Sophie's External Brain 