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excuse Why Cultural Diversity Is Important In A College pedagogics     I come from a small town. Hannibal, MO, the boyhood home of Mark Twain,is expound its claim to fame as a sleepy town drowsing. Most for sure he has neer been more accurate, for this small enchanted river town has n perpetually awakenedtotal equality.     It is a town full of ignorance, where nobody has ever thought twice ofsharing and spreading their sly comments and idiotic judgements to anyone ande veryone who ordain listen, and most people do. It is a town where fathers,mothers, brothers, sisters, and grandparents teach their kids to ignore those dreary niggers, stay away from those half-breeds and give hell to anyone nigger-loer who refuses to believe the truth. It sickens me.     Last year, we had an shorten to address at our teach. It later becameknown as The Cowboys vs. The Blacks, and never has our school been moreinvolved. The newspapers s creamed of the hate, military group, and threat of gangsthat were corrupting our schools the halls rang with the lastest gossip on thenext openhanded showdown. This problem slapped a school full of apathetic kids into a snappish bunch ready to get involved. Involved in what? A dissension that allhad opinions on, but how could you not have an opinion? It was the talk at allof the dinner tables, bars, and stores in town. Kids went home scared of theracial tension. Parents whined and cried of violence in the school.     The parents whined and cried, and at the same time forgot to rememberthat it was they, not the kids, who had taught the very prejudices that were disrupting the education process. My opinion is simple and elementaryChildren are not born(p) to hate others, they must be taught to judge colors. Ifwe are taught prejudices, then obviously, the racial tensions at my schooldidnt disrupt education, rather enforced lessons often reviewed over friedchicken and potatoes.     I cried once in my sophomore register class. The girl in front of me sangand preached that life was just that way, no one could ever change anything, sowhy should we even punish? Prejudice is taught in the home, and the home is wherewe learn everything we really need to know. I listened, fumed, and stood up tointerrupt her. (I rarely frown, let alone yell, but I had had enough of herpessimism. All eyes and ears were on me, and as my dramatic disposition began toinfluence me, I started to preach.)     I have a theory.