Published on February 4th, 2016 by Alan L. Sklover
When I was 2 years old, my family moved from the city to the suburbs. My brother was 4. My first memory of our new home was of getting beaten up by three boys, who were 5, 5, and 10. It was because “my kind” was not welcome in the new neighborhood.
I have never felt anger at those boys, and I feel none now. They were just acting on what they had been taught at home.
But since then, many times I have wondered what made their parents tell them such things, and why “my kind” was so unwelcome so as to deserve a beating.
I think, too, of the 2-year-olds who are now refugees, and see and hear, every day, how unwelcome they are in their new neighborhoods, no matter where their parents try to bring them. My mother was a child refugee, who came here with her mother and aunt; her father “never made it.” I always wondered about that, too.
I believe in fairness, and have dedicated much of my life to fairness. I am not a liberal and I am not a conservative. You might say I am both, because both believe in fairness; they just disagree about what “fairness” means. To a child, it can’t mean being beaten up, or worse, because of the skin, ancestry, religion or home they were born into.
If you have visited this website seeking fairness at work, of course you are welcome. This website is built and maintained for that very reason. I only ask that, in turn, you try to “do fairness” and “speak fairness,” and, also, to teach fairness to your children.
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