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a lack of culture

These are just some random thoughts that have been on my mind recently...
I want my children to spend par tof their lives in the States, especially California. Why? well, I have been realizing how much I respect other cultures and many people here just have not been around other cultures enough. Like the fact that people say ¨heil hitler¨ when refering to a visitor from Germany. It KILLS me, and I don´t want my children saying things like that. How rude to the German person who had nothing to do with Hitler, and how rude to me who is Jewish. Or for example, one of my buddies made the comment the other day that he doesn´t like people from middle eastern countries. I was horrified that he had such a comment and trying to constrain my absolute distaste for his comment, I began to talk to him about it. It turns out that he knows next to nothing about the people, just that he knew a man from Iran one time who smelled bad and rarely showered. You just cannot decide that a whole group of people are to your distaste just becuase they don´t smell up to your standards! Anyways, this may seem isolated, but it is not.
My whole life I have been surrounded by people from other sub-cultures. And I have learned, especially through the example of my mom, that other cultures are beautiful. That there is beauty in differences. I shocked a guy the other day when i told him that I am attracted to black guys. he has probably never met a black guy. I want to give my children the chance to know many cultures and to truly appreciate the beauty of people who look, smell, sound, and act differnt than them.

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