Re: Carol Daniel’s column “When the white child told my son he looked like a slave”: I can remember when my son was five, and in our apartment complex there were only white children his age. They played together, but one day a friend came to visit and wanted to no why they had a nigger playing with their children.
My son came up and ask us what is a nigger. I told him a nigger could be anyone, but I also told him that is a name given to our race. But I also told him they called Jesus names. They crucified him. And he died for all of us, no matter what color. Therefore, what we are going to do is pray for the man that called him a nigger.
His father, on the other hand, had words with the man.
We have to teach our children not only about our heritage, but that they have to love people in spite of themselves. MHB
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