When I was in the sixth grade, my social studies teacher, Ms. Goldstein, stood in front of my class full of black eleven year olds on the first day of February and said. “Don’t listen to people who tell you that slaves had it bad. The slaves had some of the best treatment of anyone in this country. When they were sick, their masters took care of them, when they were hurt, they were nursed back to health. They were fed properly. The slave masters greatest concern was to keep them strong and healthy so that they could produce more for them. So all of this crap about how we should all feel sorry for the slaves is a bunch of bologna. You wanna hear who had it bad? We can talk about the holocaust.” She then proceeded to speak to this class of all black eleven year olds about Jewish oppression in the only month that was set aside for them to hear something about their ancestors. This was the first time that I became fully aware that I was being taught by my enemy and I still cringe to this day at the thought that i’ll have to work triple over-time in order to counter-act the shit that my children are told when I send them to be taught by the same kinds of people.
Oh yes, they were taking excellent care of the slaves in between beating them, raping them, and working them literally to death. I just can’t understand why so many of them tried to escape such bliss…
- Mod D.