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Why are people so rude? Why do they take their stuff and dump it on complete strangers? Why do you think it’s ok to think I’m being rude if you don’t like the answer that I gave you? When did all of this start to happen? It used to be occasionally, but now; it is constant. It is so hard to find just nice, pleasant people from restaurants, to stores, to customer service….. It is insane. When I first started working, there was only one rule……. The customer is always right; even when they weren’t. You go out of your way to make them feel heard and to fix the issue. Now, people just spew all of their hatred at whoever happens to be in front of or on the phone with them at the moment. It’s no wonder this country is falling apart. What happened to love thy neighbor? Or treating people the way you want to be treated? It is insane to me how many people in this world have no regard for self or for others. Most of them act as if you are a hindrance to them, that they would just as soon shoot you as look at you. This is a culture we are raising our children in. The same generation that is going to be responsible for running this country in the future. Do you think being confrontational and rude is going to keep your country from going to war? Everyone should really be concerned about this. Not just for us, but for the fate of our country. Did our forefather’s fight and die, their families grieve and grow up with out dad’s, brother’s, and husband’s so that we can be hateful to everyone? Military ties run deep in my family, and I know that they did not sacrifice so much for so little. Add with that the government, far left/far right trying to sensor our children’s education and we are going to have an extreme disaster on our hands. Critical Race Theory is so important to our history. Yes, it is uncomfortable and painful to talk about and read about and think about, but guess what, it doesn’t hurt you as badly as it hurt the actual people it happened to. We are so blessed to be in a place in our country where we can do whatever we want, whenever we want. We can protest what we feel is unjust, we can go to whatever church we choose, we can choose not to go to church, we can choose where we live, where we work, we can vote, we can run for government, we have all these liberties, yet people act like they have been slighted in some way. Tell me, have you been more slighted than our Civil Rights leaders of the 60’s? The families who had bricks thrown through their windows because of the color of their skin or because they aligned themselves with someone of color? Did you survive the Holocaust? Were you in Auschwitz, starving, watching your family taken to the gas chambers? Do you have a barcode tattooed on your arm showing proof of that horror? Were you a POW? Have you watched your friends die right in front of you knowing that there wasn’t anything you could do to help? These things are so important to our history, to our children. How are they supposed to be grateful for the rights they have, if they don’t know how they got them? Isn’t that what we want? Our children to do better and be better than we are. I want that, I want my child to know about the horrors of this country and this world. How important it is to use your voice if you so choose. If you want to make a change, use the tools that people fought for you to have. Censorship has no place in today’s schools. My opinion only. I don’t care what books they assign to read. It is my job as the parent to be able to speak to my child about whatever is in that book and make sure that he is aware of why it was written. Every book has a place is history. It also must be age appropriate. Are we not going to read Nathanial Hawthorne because he talks about sex and adultery? It is my job to explain both of those things, not the book, not the school. Just because you don’t agree with something doesn’t mean that it’s wrong. And just because you do agree doesn’t mean you’re right. Let me tell you a story. When I was in high school, I was 1 of 3 white people on the football field. It didn’t bother me in the least. My best friends were all on that field. One particular school that we played didn’t agree. The football players and cheerleaders of that school threatened me the whole game. Talked about the things they were going to do to me after the game. You can use your imagination there. I was terrified. The football players overheard everything they said. At the end of the game, those players, my friends, took me and my family, surrounded us on all sides in a circle, walked us to our car and then escorted us out. The love that I was showed that day never went unnoticed by me. I changed that day. I had never had so many people want me to be ok. It was amazing. Yes, the roles were reversed, but racism was alive that night and my friends showed up for me. They did the right thing by me and my family. I hope that they can look back on our time there and feel that I showed up for them as well. I never saw color. Ever. It was so foreign to me when I got out into the real world and saw how it was so different than the town I came from. Now my town wasn’t perfect, andthere was a private school in our town, but my experience is different than anyone else’s. I say that story because it is my favorite story about overcoming race for the greater good. This belongs in history. This deserves to be remembered. Our children deserve to know not just the bad, but the good. I think we all need to take a cold, hard look at ourselves. At our inner beliefs and our inner self and do our best to get back to that place where taking care of people is what we do.