My six year-old son and I were relaxing yesterday evening, playing a game of Crazy Taxi 3 on the computer. It’s a fun driving game with three “worlds” made to look like Los Angeles, New York City and Las Vegas. The object is to pick up passengers in your cab and get them from point A to point B as quickly as possible and before the time runs out. This could involve driving on sidewalks, jumping over buildings, heading through the subways and other fun surprises. It’s certainly not a game designed for kids Av’s age, but we play it with the PG-rated dialogue turned completely off. And we’ve had discussions about the game and how it’s very different from real life driving (which does not entail passengers not wearing seatbelts and standing up and high-fiving each other should the car burst through Grand Central Terminal at 60 miles per hour). He also knows that in real life, car crashes are bad and are things we would most like to avoid.
As we were driving in a place called “Small Apple,” the game’s New York world, we had just dropped off a bunch of hockey players to a few different locations, including the television station, the Hard Rock Cafe and the Opera House. (I’m glad that hockey players are portrayed to enjoy opera. I just wonder if it was necessary to wear the padding and bring the stick.) Our cab empty, we drove around to look for some new passengers to pick up.
“I don’t think there are any Muslims here in Small Apple.”
*screech*
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
He repeated himself. “I just don’t see any Muslims here in the city.”
Where had this come from? Did he overhear a conversation at home about Muslims? socKs and I had been discussing the recent incident in the news where an American family was booted off an AirTran flight for the unthinkable crime of appearing in traditional Muslim clothing and saying something about safety that wouldn’t have caused anyone to blink if I had said the same thing. The family was cleared of any wrongdoing but was denied re-entry to the flight or passage on another AirTran flight at that time. (AirTran later apologized and offered to reimburse these passengers for their passage on a different carrier.) Could Av have picked up on our conversations about this?
I decided to probe the subject a bit further. “How do you know that they’re Muslim? What do they look like?”
“You know… they’re … Muslims. They’re brown You’ve seen them…”
Wow.
Av is no stranger to the Muslim world. Many of the teachers at his pre-school were Muslim women from Sudan and Egypt. It was actually quite entertaining: Avi was the only Jewish kid in this nursery school environment which met in the basement of a church. Almost nobody knew how to pronnounce his name right from the start — except for his Muslim teachers. When it came time for Christmas, he wasn’t celebrating it, nor were they — but the rest of the kids in school were. The dietary standards we kept as family which ate only Kosher food was new for the school administrators, but many of the Muslim teachers were already familiar with these rules which are similar to Halal, the parallel custom in Islam. (When we had to set further dietary retrictions during Passover, they were the ones who took care of things very well.) Even the preliminary Hebrew Avi was learning had some words which were very similar to Arabic ones.
Add into the mix that we live in a pretty diverse community. It’s not uncommon to see observant Jews, Muslims and Sikhs walking around in their respective traditional clothing or watching their kids playing on the same playgrounds. We hear many different languages around — not just English. It’s just weird that Av would make a sweeping generalization equating Muslims and skin color. I decided to make this a learning experience for him.
“Avi, you know that not all people with dark skin are Muslim, right? And not all Muslims have dark skin as well. People who are Muslim have a different religion — just as we do as Jewish people. Do you understand?”
And he looked at me as if I had four heads.
“I wasn’t talking about Muslims. I was talking about Muscle Men!”
And, sure enough — the overly-bronzed “muscle men” to whom he was referring were the body builders he enjoyed picking up in the cab in the “West Coast” game. The characters have unique schtick when they get out of the car; the “muscle men” would give a body-building pose and be on their way. These characters didn’t appear in the “Small Apple.” Hence — no muscle men.
Now it makes perfect sense. The problem doesn’t have to do with learned assumptions based on stereotypes and prejudices in the world of a six year-old. The problem is my hearing.
I really should go and have that checked out…
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Oh, well…..that’s very different then!…..Never mind!
The Hard Rock is in Times Square, just like the real one? This sounds totally cool… with or without Muslim Muscle Men!
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All the more reason to keep playing on the Best…erm I mean West Coast. 😉
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Too funny. Reminds me to the time my sister was dating a Free Mason – who I thought was a Free Baser.
I have bad hearing too.
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I have the same problem.
With the hearing.
Not the muscle men.
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I have the same problems with my kids, the younger one in particular. I misunderstand what she says all of the time. It’s either my hearing, I’m an idiot or that kids pronounce things in such a way it isn’t always clear what they are saying. Let’s go with the last one.
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I suffer from the same ailment. *sigh*
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I love this story, it made me smile. We’ve been thinking about enrolling our daughter in the local JCC. I’m pretty sure she would be the only Muslim child there… so, it was nice to read your story.
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MetalMom: Do you mean Emily Litella? I always liked her rant about presidential erections…
Dave2: I’ll have to get a screen cap for you. It’s certainly not right in Small Apple’s representation of Times Square, but it’s within a block or two from it. Then again, it’s also a block away from “Central Park.”
Hilly: Problem is — we’ve already beaten the West Coast one. Me and the kid are looking for adventure!
Karen: Of those two — which is more fun on a random Saturday night?
NYCWD: As long as it’s not just me…
Lisa: I’m with you on the last one. Kids sound freaky and stuff. And the sheer amount of stuff they say? I just ignore four out of every five sentences mine says…
Finn: I really should start a support group. (What? Report Soup?)
Faiqa: I’m glad you stopped by to comment on this one. 🙂 The thing is — I think there’s far more in common between Jewish and Muslim people than there is between the Jewish and Muslim communities. In a way, it’s one of the things I miss about Avi attending a Jewish school now: he’s not the different kid anymore. He doesn’t get that same feeling of diversity that he did when he was immersed in it. I just hope he is still interested in it as he continues to grow up.
Let me know how it goes with your daughter at the JCC. I think that’s awesome.
hahahahahaha – oh that is priceless. Jeeez, DAD! Lighten up! 😛
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