How my mother taught me (early on) to **not** be a racist

We were living in Ohio. I was a very little girl, maybe 5 years old.

Somehow, I used the “n” word. I don’t know how I learned it or why I said it at the time, and nobody ever told me.

My mother lit up with anger. Not sadistic anger. The righteous kind.

And then she hit me on my behind. Painfully.

“Don’t you EVER, EVER use that word again. DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Why am I sharing this?

Children don’t learn from what you preach. They learn from the beliefs and the behaviors you model.

The same holds true for absolutely everything in life.

If you want to be a Godly person, start by being a decent human being.

By Dr. Dannielle Blumenthal (Dossy). All opinions are the author’s own.