My sister Miram adopted this kid, Duncan. We babysit him a lot. My nephew, Gage, is the son of my sister, who is Miriam's stepsister. Duncan and Gage loved playing together until Miriam heard Duncan say he was excited to see cousin Gage and told him "he's not your cousin. I don't want you playing with him." I think it's sad and awful to pry those kids apart.
Lmao but me grandma doesn't live with me so you'll just eat rice and steak or something
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· 8 years ago
this isn't entirely true. My parents tried their best to bring me up as neutral as possible after apartheid, it worked my best friends were either black or indian. But as I grew up I started to dislike stereotype Afrikaners and Sotho people. And I made thos racial decisions on my own, no one taught me to hate their cultures I just do.
I think it's because parents keep saying "They are different from us, but we must treat them the same." otherwise the children would see no difference.
...or until a SJW tells one to check his privilege, or tells the other one to listen to the "community organizer" to get their justly deserved reparations.
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