I've experienced many bad things in my life. When I was 13 years old, I watched my mother and father get slaughtered in front of my eyes.. I come from South Africa. Johannesburg. Where crime is very high. It was in the time of Apartheid. When my parents were killed, I promised myself that I would never again trust a white man. They took my family away, my house away, and most importantly, my freedom away. For 20 years I hated the colour white.
I work in a daycare center where I make food for the children. The majority of the school is black. But there is one child that is the whitest child I've ever seen in my life. I have grown very fond of him. he calls me Mama Fatima. He cries when my shift is over and I have to go home. Anyways, what I am trying to say is it is not about where you come from or what color skin you are or what language you speak. It is about how you are raised.
Don't judge a book by it's cover.