About those statues….

  We all have memories of being “put in our place” by people who thought they were better and smarter. I was 12, on my first day at a new school. The cafeteria attendant sneaked up behind me, held up my fork and said loudly: “This is a dinner fork, Marie-Anne, not a pitchfork!” Her message rang loud and clear: I came from a family with no university education, and should remember the mud clinging to my clogs. The humiliation still stings, decades later and …

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