When I was growing up in the ’40s and ’50s in midtown Kansas City, my siblings, our friends and I all used the “Eenie, meenie, minie, moe” selection process during our games of tag, hide and seek, kick the can, ditch ’em, dodge ball, etc.
We were not bigots, nor were we discriminatory. We were just innocent kids playing games. Our parents didn’t reprimand us, nor did they explain that we were being naughty using these words. Perhaps because my parents were both German immigrants and had lived through two world wars in Kansas City, they were tolerant of everyone, and we were taught to be the same.
As time went on, this selection process changed, with different words and meanings, and other words came into play.
Please, let’s not make a mountain out of a mole hill.
Jodie (Demmel) Van Meter