Thursday, November 10, 2011
Yesterday, my wife and I went to my son's 4th grade parent teacher conference... that is a blog post in itself... but today I want to talk about an incident I overheard at the fundraising book sale that was happening in the kiva.
A boy I estimate to be in third grade approached his mother with a book.
"I want this one," he proclaimed as he handed the book to her. Her face darkened as she looked at the cover.
"This book is about a girl," Mom announced in an icy tone. Her son looked back at her confused. "The hero in this book is a girl! You don't want this one."
The boy took the book back and looked quizzically at the cover. "What's wrong with this book?" Mom sighed in frustration and looked at her husband. He shrugged and walked away.
Mom turned back to her son, "Let's find you a book where the boy is the hero." She directed him over to another rack. "Here. Here are some good books. You want one of these." She threw the other book on the pile and began loading books into the arms of a bewildered little boy.
It reminded me of a line from the movie Mississippi Burning:
Hatred isn't something you're born with. It gets taught.
Posted by Andrew at 7:44 AM