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Why Grandpa Hated Doctors!

Why Grandpa Hated Doctors!

My maternal grandfather hated doctors! He may have passed a bit of that distrust on to his children and grandchildren. This medical reluctance probably led to some poor health issues and an earlier than necessary death or two in the family, and most certainly his own!

An odd focus for hatred, one might think, but there is a reason behind it.

When he was a young man, his mother became ill with something that we would now, almost universally, recognize as a stroke. He rushed her to the hospital, and the doctors refused to treat her!

Why?

Because she was Native American!

Racism of that stripe was far less subtle in those days, but don't pretend it has disappeared. It has simply gone underground and become more subtle and is now astoundingly confused. It still exists in less severe forms and differing names. Now, instead of being "Indians" or "Redskins" those people who are native to the Americas are more than likely people caught behind an imaginary line and given an arbitrary nationality based on which side of that line they live.

"When Mexico sends its people, they're not sending their best. They're not sending you. They're not sending you. They're sending people that have lots of problems, and they're bringing those problems with us. They're bringing drugs. They're bringing crime. They're rapists. And some, I assume, are good people."

Donald Trump

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