Removed.
That was nothing short of pitiful.
We've come a long way (I hope) even since just 40 years ago when there were several race riots that summer. I just hope I am doing a better job teaching my son not to be racist, than what I was taught.
If we all just do that, kfclark, the world will get better.
My education of tolerance for people of another color began back in the early forties when segregation was still in effect. I remember my mother sitting in the white ladie's waiting room at the train depot in Wichita with a black baby on her lap while the black mother used the white ladie's facilities. My mother was frowned at and maybe questioned because I remember her telling someone it is just a baby like anyone's baby. The reason the black lady was using the white ladie's facility was that my mother had invited her to. The waiting room for the black people was way at the back of the depot and the depot was full of men that day. Servicemen, both black and white, and other assorted men. The young woman was timid about making her way through so many men, so my mother invited her into the white ladie's space and held the baby while the young woman used the rest room. It didn't seem odd to me for my mother to do this. She always accepted a person for what they were, not the color of their skin, but if they didn't live up to her expectations, woe unto them as well as to any white person who didn't live up to her standards.
That would be my Grandma, you know. I must take after her.