My two eldest kids are watching 'Mississippi Burning'.
I can almost see their innocence slipping away. It makes me sad, but at the same time I understand that it's neccessary. They need to see the atrocities that we have visited upon each other. They need to see how it was to be black in 50's and 60's. They need to understand.
Sometimes being a parent is hard. It's hard to prepare them for the uneven playing field that is life, yet maintain their innocence and sense of wonder. It's hard to know when and how to introduce the nastiness and violence, the prejudice and spite that is the modern world. It's even harder to watch their reactions to such things, to see their innocence coming to an end.
It's hard, but I have to do it. To send them out unprepared, ignorant of these things.......that's a recipe for disaster, an atrocity even. I'm not going to do that to them.
So I watch their innocence end, and I know that they are learning from other's mistakes.