So, that's where I sort of lose it. My protective Auntieness kicks in and I want to fight for this little girl. I want to ask why any adult would dare say anything like that to a child--or anyone else for that matter. Oh, there was steam coming from my ears let me tell ya... oh, I was ticked to say the least.
What we do, as writers, is give a piece of our soul to the reader, or at least we should strive for this. We tell stories that need to be told. We say things that need to be said, even if it is not popular or politically correct.
You have to remember, I grew up being ashamed of my brown skin, always being told that "Indians" are dirty and lazy and stupid. When a child hears that, repeatedly, it becomes their truth. A person, like an adoptive mother, is difficult to ignore. My dad never said those things.