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hird-grade teacher trying to assemble her class in the school
yard after a play period grew increasingly impatient. Just as
the line started moving, a straggler, his face smeared with
sweat and grime, ran up. "Why look at
you, Billy," barked the exasperated
woman. "You're all dirty. You look just
like a little colored boy." All the
youngsters laughed, except for two
black children in the group. Shamed
embarrassed, they stood in silence, their
eyes averted from the laughing
throng. Without malice, the teacher
had planted a seed of prejudice.
by
Edward
R.
Walsh
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