Write a story about a black boy asking his mom is racism a tactic that Satan uses to divide people
In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills, 10-year-old Marcus sat on the porch with his mom, Lena. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over everything. It was a tranquil evening, yet the weight of a question lingered heavily on Marcus's heart.
“Mom,” he began, kicking his feet off the edge of the porch, “can I ask you something?”
“Of course, sweetheart. What’s on your mind?” Lena replied, putting down her knitting and turning to give him her full attention.
“Is racism like… is it something that Satan uses to divide people?” Marcus’s voice was small, his eyes wide and earnest.
Lena took a moment, her heart ached at the innocence of her son’s question. Racism had been an unwelcome topic in their household, but it was a reality he was starting to confront.
“Wow, Marcus,” she said thoughtfully. “That’s a deep question for such a young mind. Do you want to tell me why you’re asking?”
He shifted in his seat, staring at the ground. “Well, I remember what happened at school yesterday. A boy called me a bad name because my skin is brown. It hurt, Mom. It just felt wrong, like something was trying to make me feel less than I am.”
Lena nodded, understanding the pain in his heart. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. It’s not right, and you’re definitely not less than anyone else. You are special exactly as you are.”
“But why do people act like that?” Marcus pressed, looking into his mother’s eyes. “I just wonder… if it’s something really bad, could it be linked to something evil, like Satan?”
Lena took a deep breath, the sunset painting colors of orange and pink across the sky. “In many ways, yes. Hate and division can definitely be used as tools to create chaos and suffering. Love brings us together, but when we start to judge people by the color of their skin, or where they come from, or any of those differences, it creates a wedge between us.”
Marcus nodded, contemplative. “So if it’s all about division, then love is what we need to fight against it, right?”
“Exactly!” Lena smiled warmly, proud of her son’s understanding. “Love connects us. It invites us to see each other as brothers and sisters, regardless of our differences. But even more than that, it’s important to understand that hate can often come from fear or misunderstanding. Sometimes people let those feelings take over and don’t even realize it.”
“But how do I fight against it, Mom?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “What can I do?”
Lena reached over and squeezed his hand. “You can be a light, Marcus. When someone is mean, show them kindness. Embrace the differences in others and teach your friends about love. Even the smallest acts can make a big difference.”
Marcus’s face brightened. “So, like, I can be a superhero of love?”
“That’s right!” Lena chuckled, her heart swelling with admiration for her wise son. “You can be the superhero in your own way.”
As they sat on the porch, the stars began to twinkle above them, one by one. Marcus gazed up at them, a sense of peace settling over him. He didn’t have all the answers yet, but he felt empowered by the idea that love could be a force stronger than hate.
“Thanks, Mom. I think I’ll try my best to be a superhero,” he said quietly.
Lena smiled, pulling him close. “And I’ll be right there with you, cheering you on every step of the way.”
Together, they watched the sky darken, filled with stars, each one a reminder that even in the face of division, love could shine through. They sat together, two souls bound by hope – a mother and her son, ready to confront the world with light in their hearts.