When my daughter was around 7, we went to Williamsburg VA. The tour guide was taking us to a property & we saw the slave quarters. She said this is where the slaves lived. My daughter asked, "What& #39;s a slave?"
Tour guide "Someone who helped out"
D: "Like servants?"
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TG: "Yes, like that" grateful for the lifeline
D: "Did they get paid?"
TG: "Well, but exactly"
D: "Could they leave?"
Uncomfortable hoping we& #39;d jump in the guide said, "Well no"
D: "What if they did leave?"
TG: "Um, they& #39;d bring them back" now desparate to move on,
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Nearly pleading for this to stop, but my daughter was relentless...
D: Full of innocence asked, "Would they get hurt?"
TG: "Well, um, yes"
My beautiful, mischievous daughter, who knew all about slavery said,
"No wonder black people are pissed!"
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generation was going to be different from mine, as mine was from my parents, and so on. She& #39;s 23 today & fully believes in equality.
Doesn& #39;t even bat an eye about race, gender equality, sexual preference, or any other bullshit roadblock in human nature.
That is why I have hope.