When I was young, 4 or 5 years old, I went to primary school and I had this really nice teacher, it was a lady from lets say 35 years old.
I went to school every day and I was very happy. I started to like school this way.
But then something terrible happened: I came back to school and the nice 35 year old teacher was ill, so we had a new teacher (she was an afro american). When I saw the new teacher I started to cry so hard! I didn't want to be held by her to comfort me, all I wanted was my mammy
And all of that because she had a different kind of skin.
When I look back at this I am kind of ashamed, how would the poor substitute teacher feel? But mostly I just laugh about it, not because its a racist thing, but because of the purity of a child, I wasnt aware of my racist act ...
You'll probably say: YAWN BORING GAY ETC. and flame me into the ground, but maybe you have a similiar childhood story that is worth telling!
If so, please share!
Peace
Ron
I went to school every day and I was very happy. I started to like school this way.
But then something terrible happened: I came back to school and the nice 35 year old teacher was ill, so we had a new teacher (she was an afro american). When I saw the new teacher I started to cry so hard! I didn't want to be held by her to comfort me, all I wanted was my mammy
And all of that because she had a different kind of skin.
When I look back at this I am kind of ashamed, how would the poor substitute teacher feel? But mostly I just laugh about it, not because its a racist thing, but because of the purity of a child, I wasnt aware of my racist act ...
You'll probably say: YAWN BORING GAY ETC. and flame me into the ground, but maybe you have a similiar childhood story that is worth telling!
If so, please share!
Peace
Ron
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