  This is what happens when White parents allow their children to hang out with negroes. :mad:  I've had this conversation with many parents before and they all say the same thing...   What are we suppose to do? We don't want to be racist.   Political Correctness and forced multicultural sensitivity killed this kid combined with his own young naivity. Sad...Just f'n tragic!  My kids have been taught from the time that they were old enough to understand that they are to be courteous when warranted to minorities, but under no circumstances are they to ever befriend, much less bring one home.    I've shown them all as graphically as possible without mentally scarring them why we do not want to be friends, nor be naive about the nature of these people. They know that their countries are crap, that they are lazy opportunists and not worthy of living around civilized people.    The real key is to set a good example yourself, and always be as frank as you can with your kids and treat them as if they are a year or two older than they really are. Give them a role model to respect, make time for them every day and listen to their hopes and dreams and encourage them to pursue the more realistic goals. Foster an environment where your kids know that you are available to listen to them always. Perhaps not at every moment, but that you will make the time to listen to them or help them through their problems, no matter how trite they may seem. If your children don't respect you, there's little chance they'll respect themselves or the gift that is Western civilization.    Since the schools won't do it anymore without putting some we're all equal/all cultures are great/all races have glorious histories clause and claptrap into it, I made a point of teaching classical history to them in a form that is easy for them to digest and exciting. They are proud of their history and know already that democracy as it exists today isn't worth a damn and that politicians are crooks. The great thing is that at least the oldest one can tell you why without parroting my words.    Most of all, I get them to focus on their dreams and reinforce the idea how quickly their dreams can end if they associate with the wrong races or get caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. They avoid groids and beaners like the plague and will even alert me and use our keyword when they notice them around somewhere before I do.    Trust me, they're not going to let some mud get between them and their dreams. They know the enemy for what he is, and can correctly assess a threat before walking into one. The thing that I'm most proud of is that they know how to strip the propaganda out of what they are being taught at school, take the little bits that are useful and use them to pass, and then come home and ask me for the real low-down on what they were taught. Above all else, they know that good old Dad will give them the straight dope and then explain the spin to them. I'm looking forward to seeing them as adults.