Who the @#$% is Franklin?
The truth is, I’m an imposter
Sort of…
I was born in the late '60s and grew up in the '70s. (Gen-X, stand up!) Like many in my generation, I was educated by PBS, sported latchkey bling, and was nourished on Kool-Aid and Dolly Madison snack cakes. At the time, nearly every Black character was named Franklin. There was Franklin Armstrong from Peanuts, and Roosevelt Franklin from Sesame Street. (For those of you keeping score, that makes two Black characters. That was pretty much it, until Fat Albert & The Cosby Kids.)
One day I found myself asking the question,
"Whatever happened to Franklin?"
I remember seeing the Peanuts Thanksgiving Special, where Franklin, the only Black kid in the neighborhood, sat by himself, on one side of the table. Having grown up in the suburbs, I thought, "Ha! I know exactly how that feels." I know how it feels to be…
"The only one."
The only one in the classroom,
The only one in the neighborhood,
And then as an adult;
The only one in the meeting,
The only one at the company.
While Charles Schulz may have created Franklin, I knew how it felt to be Franklin.
I am The Franklins!
The Franklins are alive in me. We are all grown-up and middle-aged, with a family, a job, gray hair, and we are constantly marveling at the absurdity of it all.
And that's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.
(I hope to God nobody sues me.)
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