I was raised in the south by my single, widowed mother and a handful of Christian women of both colors. I learned about compassion, empathy, justice and God, at their knees. Later in life I learned prejudice while living in another country, because I was white. And I know that prejudice is still alive and kicking in the south, since the birth of my interracial grandchildren. A “maid” once told me that trash comes in all colors, “just look in the trash can”, and no one who judges another simply because of the color of their skin or eyes or hair should call themselves “Christian”. Her words have held true, and people have demonstrated repeatedly that it all depends on your upbringing.