I always knew that many Americans are prejudice. I remember back in the late 60s a friend of mine drove south through the States with a friend. He returned with stories of how many times the two were stopped by police, explaining that he figured it was because he looked like a hippy and his …
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Prejudice Runs Deep and It Saddens Me
Canada’s Election took place this past Monday and I worked at a Polling Station. I knew going in it was going to be a 14 – 18 hour day and even though it was a serious task, I was determined to have a little fun. Most of the day went smoothly; yet I walked away …
Hindsight: My Journey 