Racist people are not born they are created… how? On a 1st grade field trip to the zoo in the ladies restroom I had the answer today.
Conversation I heard in the ladies restroom:
“Mommy, I wish she could come over to play”
“Sure we can make a play date”
“No we can’t her dad doesn’t like black people”
I have to give the mother credit for being the bigger person now.
“Well hunny some people don’t like things and we have to be respectful of that”
Ok, so first of all kudos mom for saying that but I know you had to be angry…I was. I’ve been there. My father, grandfather and my grandmother are racist. I grew up hearing racist words and comments. I remember not understanding some of them until I was older and when I did realize, I was just ashamed.
What is wrong with this world if people think that it is ok to raise children to believe that they can’t be friends with other children based solely on their skin color?
So this situation made me take a long look around at the other children that were in the bathroom. I know that they were all confused and they should be.
People say look at how far we’ve come as a nation … I say look how far we still have to go.
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