Prejudice: never genetic, but often inherent.

Cynthia W Kaleh
Rochester, NY

At a very young age, my first best friend was a black girl who lived on the next block. I was so young that when told she couldn’t come over anymore, I just accepted the statement. Her family eventually moved away and though never consciously forgotten; it was over 30 years before I learned why our friendship had ended so abruptly. My mother had bowed to ‘neighborly advice.’