Back in elementary school, when we first began learning about America's history of racism, I remember our teacher talking about segregation with its water fountains for white people only, and its water fountains for colored people only. And there I was, the olive-skinned child of a white father, and Filipino mother, trying to find myself in the story along with the rest of my peers. So at one point, I raised my hand and asked, “Which water fountain would I drink from?”
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In our free world marketplace of ideas, we decide what we will find important in life. So I write, because God's unchanging Love and Truth which has been calling out to humanity throughout the ages should always be present among the many options vying for our attention today.