Notice how when the reporter asked the white boy if he like black children he said “kinda” even though his body language showed he was comfortable and welcoming to the black children. When reporter asked black boy if he liked white children it was a simple yes. And when the white child said “ kinda” the black kids reacted like what you mean “kinda”
The little girl the boy was facing was the girl that said “Make me no difference” around minute 4. I think he was shy facing a girl being asked if he liked black children because his voice was very soft when he answered. Since they had lived nearby I am sure some of those children were already neighborhood friends.
Forced diversity never works. Never in all of human history has it ever worked. If it was natural and organic than it wouldn't need to be rigged and forced. You cannot force love. That's not how love works. And you can't make it into law. That's not how love works either. But if I don't like someone than I have a valid reason for it. Perhaps just maybe that person is so foul that they just cannot be liked. Maybe they're truly awful. Now at gun point you try to force me to love them despite how awful they are to me day in and day out. Good results I'm sure.
@@jmm8305 Imagine asking a child such a laced question. A child who couldn't possibly understand the profound implications of such an answer and such a judgement on such an answer. And a judgement many decades later, perhaps hundreds of years from now still being judged again and again. Amazing stuff when you think about it. And this child with no sense of history or what came before, having cameras shoved in his face and asked outright on the spot on the heart of it all and where everybody will only accept one answer as correct and no other. And how can a decently raised child tell a lie? What was he going through there day after day after day? How did they treat him and why? I already know because I was there too in that place and time. I know the truth about the racial hatred and physical violence that I and other white kids endured and suffered under day in and day out. The stuff nobody has the guts to talk about. Except me, of course. I just tell the truth. And I want everybody to know and understand the whole entire story of what it was really like being there. Being forced into these schools with these other kids and nobody really getting along or liking each other when the cameras are turned off. It was beyond horrible! I want my childhood that was stolen from me!
There is a pressure to agree with prejudice even when you know it's wrong. I grew up in a very mixed school, no racial clique whatsoever, then at home I had to bite my tongue hearing adults say disparaging things about different races which I just could not see nor understand. The "kinda" from the little white boy was more like, "am I supposed to like people just because they're black?" Kinda, here, meant he likes his friends and couldn't confirm liking people he didn't know, POSSIBLE too that he was joking with his friends, like, "I kinda you," then the giggles, as the joke was understood, and his black friend answered sincerely to take advantage of that moment and move the dialog away from lighthearted kidding to the realm of warmly heart felt sincerity. I hope their friendship lasted many years and served as an example to others. I never understood why I was known as that white guy with a peculiar affinity for black people, in my mind was thinking, like, "what's wrong with that?" Or, "why wouldn't I? What's not to like? What's stopping you from doing the same?" But it wasn't the same for many of my color. To me I simply had an interest in the people who the most interesting to me, that is to say the people I sat next to every day, got into grade school hijinks with, and enjoyed recess with, who just so happened to include some black kids ALONG with many Asians, other white kids, and all kinds of Latinos. Why would the litany of imaginary gripes in the minds of adults need to be upheld by me, or any other kids, who knew first hand just how off-base and inaccurate all of that prejudice actually was in real life? I heard about how bussing was a disaster and caused white flight and I just couldn't imagine what the problem was knowing what I knew from SUNDAY SCHOOL "RED AND YELLOW BLACK AND WHITE THEY ARE PRECIOUS IN HIS SIGHT, JESUS LOVES ALL THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD!"
I am poor and white. In 1979, I had to be bused from poor Ridglea area to poor Como schools, and then to rich Tanglewood, and then back to poor Como schools. Being poor and white, I felt out of place everywhere.
And what's even worse is that you're not even allowed to express yourself about it either! It's a real live injustice. This was basically a form of systemic child abuse.
Notice how when the reporter asked the white boy if he like black children he said “kinda” even though his body language showed he was comfortable and welcoming to the black children. When reporter asked black boy if he liked white children it was a simple yes. And when the white child said “ kinda” the black kids reacted like what you mean “kinda”
The little girl the boy was facing was the girl that said “Make me no difference” around minute 4. I think he was shy facing a girl being asked if he liked black children because his voice was very soft when he answered. Since they had lived nearby I am sure some of those children were already neighborhood friends.
Forced diversity never works. Never in all of human history has it ever worked.
If it was natural and organic than it wouldn't need to be rigged and forced.
You cannot force love. That's not how love works. And you can't make it into law. That's not how love works either.
But if I don't like someone than I have a valid reason for it.
Perhaps just maybe that person is so foul that they just cannot be liked. Maybe they're truly awful.
Now at gun point you try to force me to love them despite how awful they are to me day in and day out.
Good results I'm sure.
Zoom into his face and the little girls face around 5:17-5:19. He looks directly into her eyes when he says kinda 😂
@@jmm8305 Imagine asking a child such a laced question. A child who couldn't possibly understand the profound implications of such an answer and such a judgement on such an answer. And a judgement many decades later, perhaps hundreds of years from now still being judged again and again.
Amazing stuff when you think about it.
And this child with no sense of history or what came before, having cameras shoved in his face and asked outright on the spot on the heart of it all and where everybody will only accept one answer as correct and no other.
And how can a decently raised child tell a lie?
What was he going through there day after day after day?
How did they treat him and why?
I already know because I was there too in that place and time.
I know the truth about the racial hatred and physical violence that I and other white kids endured and suffered under day in and day out.
The stuff nobody has the guts to talk about.
Except me, of course. I just tell the truth.
And I want everybody to know and understand the whole entire story of what it was really like being there.
Being forced into these schools with these other kids and nobody really getting along or liking each other when the cameras are turned off. It was beyond horrible!
I want my childhood that was stolen from me!
There is a pressure to agree with prejudice even when you know it's wrong. I grew up in a very mixed school, no racial clique whatsoever, then at home I had to bite my tongue hearing adults say disparaging things about different races which I just could not see nor understand. The "kinda" from the little white boy was more like, "am I supposed to like people just because they're black?" Kinda, here, meant he likes his friends and couldn't confirm liking people he didn't know, POSSIBLE too that he was joking with his friends, like, "I kinda you," then the giggles, as the joke was understood, and his black friend answered sincerely to take advantage of that moment and move the dialog away from lighthearted kidding to the realm of warmly heart felt sincerity. I hope their friendship lasted many years and served as an example to others. I never understood why I was known as that white guy with a peculiar affinity for black people, in my mind was thinking, like, "what's wrong with that?" Or, "why wouldn't I? What's not to like? What's stopping you from doing the same?" But it wasn't the same for many of my color. To me I simply had an interest in the people who the most interesting to me, that is to say the people I sat next to every day, got into grade school hijinks with, and enjoyed recess with, who just so happened to include some black kids ALONG with many Asians, other white kids, and all kinds of Latinos. Why would the litany of imaginary gripes in the minds of adults need to be upheld by me, or any other kids, who knew first hand just how off-base and inaccurate all of that prejudice actually was in real life? I heard about how bussing was a disaster and caused white flight and I just couldn't imagine what the problem was knowing what I knew from SUNDAY SCHOOL "RED AND YELLOW BLACK AND WHITE THEY ARE PRECIOUS IN HIS SIGHT, JESUS LOVES ALL THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD!"
I'm impressed by how well the reporter interacts with the kids and that he knows their names.
My sister had to go to Como because of desegregation that year
I am poor and white. In 1979, I had to be bused from poor Ridglea area to poor Como schools, and then to rich Tanglewood, and then back to poor Como schools. Being poor and white, I felt out of place everywhere.
And what's even worse is that you're not even allowed to express yourself about it either!
It's a real live injustice. This was basically a form of systemic child abuse.
6:36 I Would like to know Where them kids at today? I know One thing they grown .
I was wondering the same
I love it