Discrimination, such an ugly word
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Editor,
I was raised just steps away from the Standing Rock Reservation in South Dakota. Every summer during cattle round-up, my grandfather needed extra help. His main source of cowboys was from the Rez. They came, bringing their entire families. For two weeks, I had friends to play and interact with.
I was taught by a Christian grandmother that all mankind was created by God, so I never noticed if my new friends were red, black or white.
Later I moved to Idaho and went to school there. My friends were a diversified bunch and my best friends were from Browning.
When I moved to Montana in 1997, the first newspaper I read told me I could not apply for a tribal job, buy a home owned by the tribe, foster a tribal child, or adopt a child. In disbelief I argued that this is discrimination, but was told that’s just the way it is.
Where is the discrimination … not on my side of the table. I thought we were all created by the same God and that we are all Americans. The saying “United we stand, divided we fall” should give us all a clue how we are to live our lives. Our country is only as strong as the people in it, so let’s keep this great country of ours strong.
Gloria Mader Simon
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