Originally posted by LadyofGlass
reply to post by baddmove
You learn to be racist the same time you learn to be sexist, homophobic, violent, aggressive, bigoted, and everything else that makes for a worse
world. It's called childhood (especially the first five years of development).
I think it happens after that. Most children in K-2 grade are pretty accepting of each others differences as far as race goes. I think most of us form
those type of behaviors in junior or even senior high, and are influenced by our peers (& of course adults and experiences).
OP, nice photo
Short story; We took our boys to ChuckeeCheese when they were young boys. Sat in a booth to eat our pizza before playing games, and another family sat
in a booth behind us. They were a family of four also and they were black. When I bent down to pick something up, it gave my 4 yr. old son a view of
the booth behind me and he blurted out, "Mom look, it's Winston..Winston is here". He loved Ghost-busters and even had a Ghost-busters suit on (a one
piece zip up, tan colored thing-looked like a uniform), with patches on the sleeve and all that.
Well, needless to say I was embarrassed because he said it loud enough for them to hear. Truthfully I did think it was cute (I am his mom after all),
and I did chuckle as I glanced at them. The father (Winston-lol) did smile at me, but the wife didn't seem to pleased. C'mon, he was four yrs old and
he was awe-struck thinking this man was his hero--how can that be a bad thing?
I never raised my sons to be racist and they aren't (thankfully).
When I was young I remember asking my mom why some people were black (this was after we moved from PA. to TN.) and I was probably about 8 at the time.
She told me that God didn't have enough paint for us so we were left uncolored and had to go without. I didn't think she was right, but hey, that was
my mom, so I accepted it at the time.
Later I had a best-friend and I remember her name this 40 yrs later (Janice Carney). I often rode my bike into town and we would hang out all day.
There was a little store on the corner that sold frozen coke in little plastic cups for a dime and I wanted one, but Janice stopped at the door and
said she wasn't allowed in. In my mind I assumed she must have stolen something, or why else would she not be allowed in. She told me it was because
she was black..but I had never heard such a thing and didn't think it was true. So I pleaded with her to come in with me, she did, and the owner got
all red in the face and pointed to the door. I think that's the first time I ever realized that we must be different. I was a kid so I figured adults
knew better, but I still remember the sick feeling I had in my stomach.
Those feelings that make you sick in the stomach are never wrong. At a certain age we all know right from wrong and it's our fault if we don't listen
to and live by those feelings.
I wish that I could say that I boycotted that store, but instead I went back in alone and bought us both a frozen coke. For a dime.
20-7-2013 by RobinB022 because: (sp)