Prejudice in the Lands of Plenty
When my sister was around 5 years old, a girlfriend of mine was calling her Aunt, before she could complete the call my sister asked her “is your Aunt black like you?.” My Girlfriends answer was priceless, she said, “no, she is green with purple polk-a-dots”. We grew up surrounded by people who looked like us, in Canada, in a small village. At one level, … Continue reading Prejudice in the Lands of Plenty