I have no perspective beyond my own.
I was raised In a blue collar, working class house where both of my parents held long time jobs. There were a lot of racial slurs, what are now derogatory labeling of different ethic groups. In my childhood it was common, everyday language. I could roll at least six ‘nicknames’ off my tongue right now. It was somewhere in elementary school, early 1970’s, when I became friends with a Japanese girl, that I realized this might be bad behavior.
When we know better we can do better.
And, I really thought I was doing better. I worked hard to raise our daughter to be what I thought of as color blind. To not label a person by their skin or ethnicity. To instead describe the person. To see the human. Learn about the country the Taiwanese friend came from.
It still seems like a good way to raise a child: see the person, embrace who they are. Life can be hard with the moving standards. I can do hard. I can listen. I can uncross my arms.
Please listen. Please uncross your arms.
You’re opinion might change. You’re opinion might not change.
What I know for sure is I learn best when I am listening.