“Wake up little one” says Mommie. “The Jews are our enemies; and the Blacks and Muslims and the Americans.” Baby ponders this, remembering the viewing room for new-borns at the hospital. So warm and shiny there under all those lights, under the soft cuddly blankets. Surrounded there by Jewish babies, Black ones, Muslims, and Americans. The proud happy parents and grandparents pointing and smiling so, on the other side of the glass. Their excitement, wonder, and overcome with joy. How could they be our enemies, thinks Baby. Baby starts to cry. “There, there” says Mommie soothingly. “Don’t trouble yourself, little one. Our government and our religious leaders decide who are enemies are. All we have to do is follow.”

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