Excerpt from my master’s thesis:
There was a family that was particularly—distinctive
It was a white family
For some reason, it was well-known they were poor
They were the stereotypically white poor family
They definitely were treated differently.
There was a little girl
She was in the same class as the little boy.
One day, the little girl’s felt markers went missing
The little poor white boy had the same markers
The same markers as the little girl’s that went missing.
“Hey, those are my markers,” the little girl said
“No, they’re not! They’re my markers,” the little boy said.
Because the little boy’s family was poor
The teacher assumed the little boy stole the little girl’s markers
She took the little boy’s markers away from him
The teacher gave the little boy’s markers to the little girl
The teacher called the little boy a liar
The little boy was so upset
His face was coloured red
He was shamed.
The teacher did this in front of the class
The little boy was so sad.
The teacher assumed that because the little boy was poor
Because he came from this poor family
That obviously because he is poor, he would steal.
The little boy had to go home
He had to tell his mom he did not have his markers anymore
His mom did not come to the school
She did not come and ask for her son’s markers back
She did not come and defend her son.
The little girl found her markers at home
The little girl was little
She did not tell anyone.
The little boy was sad
The little girl was sad
The little girl grew up
She is still sad.
She still thinks about the little boy
It makes her sad.