Adrien and I took Louise to the park with his brother so they could play basketball and I witnessed such a sad/shocking thing. There were several women and their children already at the park as some sort of play date type of thing. The children varied in age from about 3 to 8 and two of the older girls were biracial (black/white). Their hair was a matted mess. It looked as if no effort had been put into their hair for at least 2 months. When they were leaving they went over to one of the white women who I assume was their mother and she stood them in front of her and inspected, for lack of a better word, their hair. She looked like a prison guard checking new inmates for lice, all she needed more were gloves and a gun.
I don’t know about you guys but as a kid with afro-textured hair, I never once had my mom pick through my hair after playing at the park ever, let alone in front if my friends and their mums.
Idk, maybe I am overreacting but it left me feeling some type of way. Mainly angry. There is no excuse for the state of their hair. We were at a small local park so I am guessing they are from the area and we were only 15 mins *walking* from a street that has about half a dozen black hair salons if neither she nor their father are inclined to do their hair themselves.
The other (white) children didn’t have their mothers pick at their head to check for whatever she was checking for so I am still confused over that. It seemed routine though as the girls stood one behind the other as soon as they were called from their playing as if they expected it. How sad.
