This boy was now the one on the spot, and the spotlight shifted from my daughter to him. He rocked back and forth from one foot to the other and inspected his fingernails while the teacher repeated the question. "My daddy..." The little boy began. "Me and my daddy saw Mrs. Culver and her baby uptown the other day. My daddy said that the baby wasn't pretty, and that the Culver's shouldn't have brought her here because she wasn't like us."
And then, as though in defense for words I might have said but had only thought silently to myself this boy looked into my eyes and added, "My daddy, he doesn't lie. He's big and strong and he knows everything and he says I'll grow up to be just like him."
Children... they learn what we teach them. From the time they are very small, they mimic our movements, our expressions and eventually our words. If our words are of intolerance, they learn prejudice. If we hate, they learn hatred. Life, it seems, is an imitation of actions practiced to art in the days of our youth until those imitations become our own responses and the imprint they leave is etched on our hearts.
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