…And if you teach a child to hate,
Then they'll grow up with no sense of tolerance,
For anyone, or anything, that's different from them,
Because everything they know is everything that's the same,
And as far as they know, there is nothing else,
And there can be nothing else, because that's not the way the world should be,
Even though it's the way the world is.
Munch is amused, in a twisted sort of way,
Even after being smacked across the face, and called various names,
Which pissed me off, because that's not how anyone should be treated,
Least of all someone I know and respect.
Fin's just annoyed, and I can't blame him.
All this talk about supremacy and whatnot…it's enough to annoy me, too,
And I'm not even the one being targeted.
But maybe that's just 'cause I'm the one with blue eyes.
Like it really makes me any different from the other two,
Or from Olivia, who gets called a feminist and rolls her eyes about it later,
'Cause she's always been good about ignoring things like that.
I still don't see a difference, even after they're pointed out to me.
We're all cops, I say to them later, when the other three give me a hard time.
We all do the same job, in the same unit. There is no difference.
Looks, yes. The way our lives have gone, maybe.
We all ended up in the same place.
I don't think any less of them because of who they are and what they are,
And damn it, I refuse to.
Don't see the point. Never have, never will.
But even so, when the scene in the courtroom goes down,
It makes me wonder what my kids would think of all of this.
If they know that to hate someone because of how they look is wrong.
And I know they do, 'cause their mother and I have never stood for that sort of thing,
And in any case, their friends come from everywhere, as I've had pointed out to me.
Makes me feel better, almost, while I lie there in the hospital, staring at the ceiling.
At least I know that my kids have been taught right.
And if you teach a child to love,
They will find good in everyone, and not just themselves.