We're Not in Utah Anymore

One thing I have really enjoyed about San Antonio is its diversity. People of all colors, backgrounds, religions and lifestyles seem to mesh pretty nicely here.

But the other day we found ourselves in a situation where we realized we were a bit out of our element. We noticed a new clothing store had opened up in a strip mall that we often drive by. (We should have known better since it was in the same neighborhood as Sara's Haircutting Adventure!)

The first thing I noticed upon entering is that we were the ONLY white people in the whole place. And we weren't just white this day, we were pasty white: Brad, with his BYU gear on, looking all preppy, me--the suburban housewife in capris, Ty wearing OshKosh...Anyway, as I walked down the aisle toward the kid's section I took a look at the clothes on the racks, all with name brands that contained words like Urban, Phat, Gangsta, and Warrior.

Some cute outfits for me:

A couple pieces for my man:

And we can't forget the baby:

I was looking for a nice Easter outfit for Tyler, but after sorting through racks of what we dubbed, "Chikeziewear," (if you saw his orange suit on American Idol, you know what we're talking about) we realized this was probably not the place for us.

Trying to look perfectly at home, we sauntered back to the front of the store, avoiding stares the whole way. (You'd think they'd never seen a white person before!)

I didn't think too much of it until I heard Obama's Racism Speech today. He talked about how racism is still alive and real--from both sides. He said, "If we walk away now, if we simply retreat into our respective corners, we will never be able to come together and solve challenges..."

Maybe we shouldn't have walked away so quickly. Pehaps if we'd spent a little more time there shopping , we could have helped to bring everyone together and fill the chasm that exists between the races. Then again, maybe not!