Today I spoke with a co-worker. A friend.
She told me how, growing up, she was the only Indian kid in her school.
Other children told her:
- that she smelled,
- that she was less,
- that she didnât belong.
I sat there stunned.
Because the woman sitting across from me is brilliant, beautiful, strong, and deeply kind.
My instinctive reaction was the lazy one:
Children are rotten.
She stopped me.
Not children. Their parents. Children learn it from them.
And she was right.
đ§Ź Bigotry Is Taught, Not Born
Kids donât invent racism out of thin air.
They absorb it:
- at dinner tables,
- in cars,
- in half-jokes,
- in âthose peopleâ comments,
- in what adults say when they think no one important is listening.
Children repeat what theyâre marinated in.
Thatâs not controversial.
Thatâs basic psychology.
đ Then They Grow Up
Those children donât disappear.
They donât magically unlearn what they were taught.
They donât wake up at 25 with a factory reset and a moral upgrade.
They grow up.
And they become the adults in our building who whisper
âthese Asians.â
đ§© This Is Not a Coincidence
The kid who learned it was acceptable to mock,
to reduce, to other, doesnât suddenly stop.
They just learn to:
- lower their voice,
- choose safer words,
- say it only to people who look like them,
- pretend itâs an observation, not a judgment.
The cruelty doesnât vanish.
It matures.
đą Adult Racism Is Just Childhood Bullying With Better Timing
Same impulse.
Same hierarchy.
Same need to feel superior.
The only difference is now it happens:
- in elevators,
- in hallways,
- behind doors,
- under the protection of âplausible deniability.â
No playground needed.
đ€ą Why It Makes Me Sick
Because Iâve heard this story before.
I heard it today from a woman who was told she smelled, that she was less, because of who she was.
And now I hear echoes of it here – sanitized, whispered, normalized. In the hallways, in the elevators.
Thatâs not progress.
Thatâs the same disease, better dressed.
đ« âItâs Just Wordsâ
No.
Words are training.
They teach:
- who belongs,
- who doesnât,
- who gets grace,
- who gets watched.
Words are how harm rehearses before it acts.
đȘ The Truth People Hate Most
If you whisper racist things as an adult, you would have been the kid who bullied the âdifferentâ one.
And if that thought offends you,
good.
Sit with it.
đ Final Line
Children donât outgrow prejudice.
They inherit it – and then pass it along,
unless someone has the courage to break the chain.
Most donât.
And thatâs why the whispers never stop.