*** Special Feature December 2014 ***
If a country wants its children to hold a particular world view, it “gets” their children while they’re young. The Middle East has maintained thirteen centuries of conflict by passing on hate from one generation to the next. Try drumming commonsense into an adult who has held a twisted belief since age four. The belief may as well be lodged in cement. I should know. At age four I was indoctrinated.
Appendicitis mandated that I enter a city hospital in l951. I had never been away from our family farm or my parents and grandparents who lived with us. To the chagrin of my three boy roommates, I was a whining, insignificant baby girl. They continued to belittle me, and I continued to cry. At night a nurse found me crawling out of my crib. I told her I was thirsty. She gave me a drink of warm milk and refused to fetch me cold water.
After my operation I continued to cry for attention. A nurse stopped by my bed to find out why I was crying. I poured my heart out to the kind woman. It wasn’t long before I asked her about the color of her skin, and would she let me touch her strange hair. I wish I could remember how she answered my questions. I do remember wrapping my arms around her saying, “Black lady, I love you.”
When my mother came to fetch me, I told my mother the black lady was the only person in the whole hospital who was nice to me. My mother flinched when I used the word, “black.”
“She’s from the farm; she doesn’t know,” my mother told the nurse.
The kind woman smiled, saying she understood. When my mother lifted me from the nurse’s arms, I protested. I wanted to stay with the black lady. My mother hurriedly removed me from the recuperating area. By the time my mother was part way down the hall she was running because I was screaming, “Black lady, I love you. I want to be with you.” The lady shook her head from side to side. I wonder if I left her smiling or sad.
From that day forward I was prejudiced to the point of absurdity. For years I viewed all black people as wonderful. I naively believed if people were nice to them, they could be counted on to be nice back. My isolation on the farm kept my thinking in tact. It wasn’t until I went away to school that I finally realized a universal truth: people are people.
Looking back on that time in Youngstown’s North Side hospital I often wonder when I see small children learning from their parents’ hateful views and actions what a different world it would be if we “got” our children early, and indoctrinated them with the prejudice of tolerance and respect through our example.
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