Racism and Christly love

The Christian Science Monitor

I couldn't understand why she pointed the knife at me. She was the only minority student in our formerly all-white country school, and during the brief weeks she had attended, she and I had played happily together. Now suddenly this threat had come between us.

Since no one had ever done such a thing to me before (I was only eight), I was more puzzled than afraid. The girl never explained her action, and as I tried to reason about it in my childish way, the only difference I could see between us was the color of our skin. So somehow the incident became a kind of symbol of separation between her and me.

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