I'm tired tonight. this evening as I was walking home from Patti's, a little kid who looked to be about six shouted something at me. I turned and said, "what?" He repeated himself - "fucking white". I grinned at him and said, "thank you" but I walked a bit faster. Kids in this town spend a lot of time throwing rocks at things, and some of them have really good aim. I've taken calls at work from grownups who are outraged to find themselves the target of rock barrages as they go to the store.

Someone who failed a learner driver's test today said something about 'stupid' under his breath that I suspect was directed at me. I ignored him.

But I found that this evening with the little kid, I had some anger rise up inside me. I watched it for a while with interest. Would I go smack a little kid? I don't think so. But the urge was definitely there. But what I want to know is why? I'm an adult. This is a kid that doesn't know me. I should add that the kids who do know me, from work or Cubs, always greet me happily by name, some of them even run across the road to give me hugs. And once or twice kids I know have stopped kids I don't know from shouting slurs at me.

Does racism mean anything really, coming from a six year old who doesn't know me at all? Why is my response immediate anger?

"Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world." -- Archbishop Desmond Tutu

Rachel and Kirsten and I did the church service today. Lots of fun. The texts were cool ones, Jesus and Elijah raising the dead, and we talked about zombies and waffles.

(Incidentally, Kirsten complained that I had left her out of the first sentence. I told her that's the reason Joeby's the only one who is allowed to read over my shoulder. Now she's leafing through my IPod...)

There is a minister coming. The week after next. So I probably won't do the service again. I'm not really an organized religion kind of person. I've really enjoyed our little experiment in Quakerish church. It's been very inspiring to listen to everyone's thoughts on our readings and our lives together. Most of us who go to the church are linked in other ways, as friends and co-workers, and it feels good to go on Sunday morning and think about our connectedness. I think I will really miss it if it gets to be different when the minister comes.