Last night I ran into my freshman science teacher in Wal-Mart. She was asking if I kept up on Cambridge (no offense, but no.) So, she was telling me how the old principal didn't work out, explains to me how he was from across the bridge, PG county to be exact, and black. I don't know if she saw the steam coming out of my ears, but I was fuming. So, I figure out how to slip into conversation how I'm from across the bridge (actually, I was born in PG) and how proud I am of my 3 boys, lo and behold, all 3 of which are mixed. Yeah, hopefully she remembers next time to be mindful that she has no clue who she is talking to personally and keep her prejudice and stupidity to herself.
To think, someone with those feelings is teaching our children!
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