My teacher seemed amused.
He had me read my paper in class.
Boys laughed, except for those who felt that I had damaged their girlfriends. They made threats.
I had been born and raised in the south and my proposal amounted to universal mongrelization of the race, a touchy subject in those parts in that time.
I believe that the teacher had been reprimanded, but his career salvaged by tenure.
I've grown a lot since then. I no longer share the caller's pursuit of peace and quiet at any price nor his fear of diversity. Indeed, I've come to believe that humankind is better for the richness of its diverse tapestry. I no longer tolerate differences, but rather celebrate them.
Diversity encourages the evolution of new ideas.
People and ideas stagnate when their is a lack of diversity.
It appears to me that cloning ideas is no more advisable than cloning living organisms. I've come to accept the words of the man who presided in the White House during the better part of my years in school.
The world's most successful economy is faltering.
Racial relations, once improving, are now deteriorating.
The shining light on the hill that once served as a beacon for all liberty loving peoples is guttering.
Those who have blazed this trail insist that sanctuary is just around the next bend. Their opponents argue that the next bend only hides ultimate ruin and insist that we turn back.
Debate has been replaced with entrenched positions and anyone with the temerity to suggest an alternate path finds themselves sitting on the fence between two camps where they serve as targets for everyone's wrath.
What is the solution? That is a tale for another day...