Proud Indian !
A first grade teacher explains to her class that she
is an American.
She asks her students to raise their hands if they
were American too.
Not really knowing why but wanting to be like their
teacher, their hands explode into the air like flashy
fireworks.
There is, however, one exception.
A girl named Gita has not gone along with the crowd.
The teacher asks her why she has decided to be
different.
"Because I am not an American." replied Gita.
"Then", asks the teacher, "What are you?"
"I'm a proud Indian," boasts the little girl.
The teacher is a little perturbed now, her face
slightly red. She asks Gita why she is an Indian.
"Well", my mom and dad are Indians, "so I'm an Indian
too."
The teacher is now angry. "That's no reason", she says
loudly "if your mom was an idiot, and your dad was an
idiot, what would you be then?"
A pause, and a smile.
"Then" says Gita, "I'd be an American."
A first grade teacher explains to her class that she
is an American.
She asks her students to raise their hands if they
were American too.
Not really knowing why but wanting to be like their
teacher, their hands explode into the air like flashy
fireworks.
There is, however, one exception.
A girl named Gita has not gone along with the crowd.
The teacher asks her why she has decided to be
different.
"Because I am not an American." replied Gita.
"Then", asks the teacher, "What are you?"
"I'm a proud Indian," boasts the little girl.
The teacher is a little perturbed now, her face
slightly red. She asks Gita why she is an Indian.
"Well", my mom and dad are Indians, "so I'm an Indian
too."
The teacher is now angry. "That's no reason", she says
loudly "if your mom was an idiot, and your dad was an
idiot, what would you be then?"
A pause, and a smile.
"Then" says Gita, "I'd be an American."
