General Discussion

I’m thrilled that my kids did not grow up with it as I did in the South. Luckily, I came from a family that rejected racism. So, I was fortunate. But, I grew up with so much of it in the friends and people around me.
When we moved to NY when my youngest was in 2nd grade they taught, in school, about Martin Luther King and my kids were mortified. I found myself having to explain it, realizing that they had just discovered racism. In a way, it was heartbreaking. In a way I was embarrassed. But I also realized how fortunate they were not to grow up in that culture of racism that I had grown up in. They are the most accepting people I know. I am so glad that they grew up in that expat environment with friends from all over the world