Imagine a box of crayons with all the colours removed. This is how we need to look at people.
Have you ever prejudged someone who doesn’t look like you?
I grew up in the 60s in Quebec City. At the time almost everyone was Quebecois (Caucasian). There were a few Chinese families, and the occasional African student at Université Laval. As a child it was easy to assume that everyone looked like us.
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