Prejudice is taught in any color: Once my Mom and brother were at a bus stop in Oakland, CA. My brother was playing with another boy at the playground and my Mom and the little boys mother on the bus bench. My brother ran over to my Mom and said Mommy, am I a white boy? and my Mom was embarrassed (sitting next to the little boys Mom/they were black) and she said well, yes...why do you ask? and he said well, I was playing with that boy over there and he said hurry up white boy and I didnt know if he was talking to me or not...but I didnt see any other boys...he didnt say that little black boy. .... when you POINT, there are 3 fingers pointing back at you.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 13:37:20 +0000