And the family that raised him that way—you know he got that message of hate from early on. I see it all the time in the eyes of a lot of these little kids who are taught to hate whitey as soon as they can speak.
My first wife watched a few kids to help raise our income.
One of those kid’s mom was White and Father was Black.
He was the cutest little guy. He had bright eyes and could play with him. He was a joy to be around. I still gain joy from remembering him about 30 years later.
There came a time about three years after my wife didn’t watch him any longer, when he had entered school.
I was shocked to see the difference in this kid. He was about eight, and in those few years he had become sullen, angry, and unable to appreciate anything from our former relationship.
I’m not sure if the dad got hold of him, his school got hold of him, or friends got hold of him. The lights simply went out on this kid.
Man what a sad reality.