There's a challenge in this story.
It's about a little boy in a school in the east end of London. One day he asked his mum if he could have a friend home for tea. As there's a mixture of race in his school, she hesitated. "Is he a cloured boy?" she asked. "I don't know," he replied. "But I'll find out tomorrow"
It seems to me this is a reminder that chlidren are children the World over, and that they simply do not notice what colour other children are-brown, white, black or red, all are one, and all are willing to play with each other and be friends.
So where does race prejudice begin?
Makes you think, doesn't it ?
Makes you think, doesn't it ?