What a +$*%*@+ *%%##!.
I would've smacked the %#+! out of her with my tiny hands,I wouldn't even care. How the hell can someone say that to 1st grader
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As a what, 7-8 year old kid, those were NOT my first thoughts.
It was more so, "yeah, I know I look different, but everyone looks 'different' right?" I didn't get really upset until I was probably 10-11 years old. That's when things were probably the most confusing in regards to "Why didn't my mother want me/Why don't I have any records of a father?".
And to answer your question, people can say that to a first grader because sadly, in our world, there is a lot of ignorance, hate, and stupidity that knows no bounds. Hell, I had a girlfriend in high school whose dad would call me "zipperhead" (google it). You've got to learn to let that kind of stuff slide to be honest, it's part of growing up and like the saying goes "being the bigger man".
I was in one fist fight in high school where race was the ONLY issue and surprisingly enough, it was over the word n***** and nothing to do with me being Asian.
Guy who was just angry at the world see's this girl's purse (I forgot who made them but they were really popular at the time and had all these iconic images on the side in like loud technicolor print) and her purse had a picture of some prominent black woman (sorry don't remember) and he says out loud, with a few of my black friends standing nearby "Why you got that purse with that n***** b**** on it?"
Girl in question was a white girl he was friends with, my black friends are NOT confrontational at all, and I just so happened to look up and make eye contact with him because I just couldn't believe ANYONE would say that out loud. He asked me what I was looking at, I just laughed, after school he came find me (yes, this is really how this stupidity went down) and I beat the crap out of it. Partially because he physically attacked me, partially because he verbally attacked me, but I think alot of it had to do with holding in anger at people like the lady when I was a kid and stuff. Next day, he apologized, wanted to squash it, I accepted (I'd won already, right?) and never had a race issue with him again.
Only time though. Most of the time, it's just easier to laugh at. Race jokes in 2011? Come on, son.