“Children are brainwashed. Prejudice is fed into the child with mother’s milk.”
— Henri Vander Kolk
I don’t remember what I was fed with my mother’s milk, but I do remember what I was fed when I graduated from the teat to cup.
I started going to Sunday school before I could read and write, but I could sing. We all sang and the song I remember best had these words: “Red and yellow, black and white, we are precious in His sight. We are all the little children of the Lord.”