Here is the article. Its located in the Messenger Mailbag on the website. It really does burn a guy up.
Playground prejudice
I’m writing about an incident that happened to my family last week at a playground just north of the Grand Casino on Mille Lacs Lake. Before I tell what happened, I wish to stress that my purpose in writing about this is to prevent other families from being hurt, as mine was. I wish too, that the decision makers in our community and theirs be aware that this occurred.
My husband and I, along with our three children (ages 2 to 7), were traveling south with our camper. We needed to stop for a break so, as we often do, we looked for a playground where the children could play. We pulled into a nice little playground along the shore of Mille Lacs Lake.
It was a lovely afternoon and I was feeling happy until there came a knock on our camper door. I looked out to see a conservation officer standing there. He said, “Hello, what are you folks doing here?” I explained how we had stopped for a break on our travels. He said that he had gotten a call that someone was camping here and came to check it out. I assured him that we only stopped for a break, and were not camping here. He pointed to a sign I hadn’t noticed before, which said that the playground was owned by the Mille Lacs Band of Ojibwe and could only be used with their permission. He asked me how long until we could leave. I replied that we were going to leave in about a half hour. He said for us to make it 15 minutes.
Then he asked if the man and children wading in the lake nearby were my family. I said they were and he asked our names. I followed him over to the beach where he walked over to my husband and asked him the same things he had already asked me. After my husband politely said we would leave within 15 minutes, I asked the conservation officer, “So am I understanding this correctly? Because we have the wrong color skin, my children aren’t allowed to play at this playground?” He said, “Yes, I guess you could look at it that way.” I said, “That’s reverse discrimination.” He said that he didn’t think it was right either, but that they paid his wages. We packed up quickly and left.
As we drove out onto the main road that went past the casino, I noticed a large colorful billboard that said, “The Mille Lacs Band Welcomes You!” I felt very hurt and angry, and the sign rang hollow to me. As we drove away, my children asked me, “Mom, how come we had to leave that playground?” I told them the truth, “There are a lot of very nice people in this community, but the leaders here made a rule that only people that are from this town can play there.” I explained because we have the wrong color skin they couldn’t play at that playground. I told them the word for that is “discrimination,” and it’s wrong.
I feel so sad that we have to live in a world where our children aren’t free to play at a playground because they have the wrong color skin. As Dr. Martin Luther King so eloquently said, “I have a dream …” My hope is that this letter will help us come closer toward his great dream.
Lisa Jokela,
Grand Rapids