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The mouths of babes

My third grade schoolteacher of a friend related the following story:

I was taking my kids on a field trip to Chinatown by train. During the ride, a bunch of them had their MP3 players out, and they offered me a listen. It was something new – maybe it was Usher – and I didn’t like it much. I gave them back their headphones pretty quickly.

“We bet we know what kind of music you like,” they said.

“What kind of music do you think I like?” I asked.

“We bet you like rock music.”


The third graders in the story exchange knowing glances, nod sagely.

“That’s what white people listen to.”

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