I love sending my kid to a neighborhood preschool. The teacher is wonderful, we absolutely love her and her gentle classroom. She's been doing it long enough that my very grown up brother also went to her preschool years ago. That being said, sometimes my kid comes home with anachronistic work that makes me giggle:
"Indians are people - just like you and me! The only difference is the color of their skin."
I don't know how it managed to be both entirely innocent and cringe-worthy at the same time.
How about something a little more current? I was transfixed by this story of cultural bias and family-splitting incentives against native children in South Dakota's Crow Creek Reservation.
Did you have a crusty piano teacher growing up? I loved this story from The Hairpin of what happened to a kid on the way to and through his piano lesson.
Ever wanted to know more about why we observe Veterans Day? Here's a good primer.
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A ridiculously heart-breaking video from a son about his mother. Three hanky warning:
(Thanks to @brawleyavalon for that one.)