I reminded Mom of my second-grade homeroom teacher, Mrs. Williams. It was 1969, and she would say to us when we were noisy or aggressive, “Boys and girls, if we can’t get along with each other, then how are we ever going to get along with our brothers and sisters in North Vietnam?” Even as a second grader, I thought it sounded a bit naïve. But of course she was right.
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