tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468322635677076272.post381414040478080334..comments2024-02-19T10:47:03.421-05:00Comments on Anny's Points of View: The other side of the tracks...Anny Cookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305873753916213970noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468322635677076272.post-43834156762397241382008-08-07T17:56:00.000-04:002008-08-07T17:56:00.000-04:00As long as their mate of choice treats them well a...As long as their mate of choice treats them well and makes them smile it shouldn't matter what their skin tone or origin is. I admire your children as I do you.barbara hufferthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10110190714520012040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468322635677076272.post-45130435349610142592008-08-07T10:13:00.000-04:002008-08-07T10:13:00.000-04:00Chew on this:I grew up in semi-rural Kentucky. The...Chew on this:<BR/><BR/>I grew up in semi-rural Kentucky. There was *one* girl in my high school (1200 students) who was half Black, half white, and she was only around for a couple years.<BR/><BR/>Now I live in suburban New York, and work in Manhattan, constantly surrounded by people of all races, colors, sizes, shapes, incomes, etc.<BR/><BR/>I think that I have become *less* tolerant of people different from me in the years since I moved here than I was in my monotone childhood and subsequent, only slightly less monotone, years. It's certainly nothing I'm proud of. I chastise myself every time I wonder what that tough-looking Black guy with his stereotypically aggressive attitude coming toward me on the street is thinking. Most likely, just like me, he's wondering what's for supper.<BR/><BR/>Someone did a study a few years back about prejudice and environment. Here were the surprising results: The more surrounded you are by people who are different from you, the more likely you are to be prejudiced or cling to your own "type." Whether it goes back to our prehistoric, caveman instincts or is a function of modern society, or just the need, in a crowded environment, to be among the familiar, or what, I don't know. But it's an interesting peek into the human psyche.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468322635677076272.post-44588972872874256952008-08-07T08:24:00.000-04:002008-08-07T08:24:00.000-04:00And this is one of the many reasons I love you, An...And this is one of the many reasons I love you, Anny. You see everyone in the best light and without a preconception.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947952583116323744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468322635677076272.post-22192816219227738352008-08-07T04:13:00.000-04:002008-08-07T04:13:00.000-04:00I wonder who Bobbie Jo grew up to be? I hope she d...I wonder who Bobbie Jo grew up to be? I hope she did well.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12012768592941285677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468322635677076272.post-7347520986539913472008-08-07T01:16:00.000-04:002008-08-07T01:16:00.000-04:00Sad isn't it? The stupidity and prejudices of peop...Sad isn't it? The stupidity and prejudices of people? I recall similar things. THe only cafe in our little town had a whites only sign in the window yet they were tolerant and accepting of Native Americans because most of us WERE at least part Indian. There were no African Americans but I remember one day seeing a black family walk around to the back of the cafe. I asked her why and she said it was because they were black. I recall thinking, even at a young age, how awful that was.Regina Carlyslehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06316730032624449669noreply@blogger.com