I was raised to love everybody then the Public school took all that it away. They taught me to see in colour and they also taught me the characteristics of each race and why we should be scared of those who look differently then us. I remember learning about the concentration camps that we had here in British Columbia during World War 2. Anybody who spoke a different language (predominantly Japanese during this time) got round up and locked away.
We need to show them that in their absence we can give their ancestors a life full of purpose and meaning. That submerging ourselves in fact that we will become more knowledgable in how to do this. That maybe in some ways we can become wise and make for a brighter tomorrow by remembering those that have fallen in our past.