I randomly clicked on the icon winking at me from the desktop 'scar2.doc'. Something about a boy letting off a sonic blast of anger in response to his classmate making fun of the Indian food at an 'International Culture' day celebration. Hmmm...sounded familiar. Was it...yes, it was a recounting of what happened some years ago when S was still in elementary school, from his perspective.
The essay/story was an almost clinical dissection of the emotions and rage that flooded his mind when he realized that one of those being dissed ('these ladies put ants in the food') was his own mother, and that he in his initial ignorance of the precise context of his 'friend's remarks, had laughed along with the others. His conclusion was surprising- not that over the years he had developed a tolerance to these kinds of niggling incidents which form part and parcel of not looking or behaving like the majority, but that it didn't hit home until his family was the butt of the intolerant comments. It's never more painful than when it becomes personal.