she placed it on the windowsill and she looked up at me and she said, eucom, and i will give you this to eat. so i got up and i ran across to her. and i held out my greedy little hands. and she put in a napkin on my hand and began to put a cookie in my hands. it was at that point that i saw a series of blue tattooed numbers. quite simply, i was more interested in the cookies. i went back into my apartment and painter. went back into my apartment come in the first thing i did was hide my cookies from my siblings because they did not raise some children. [laughter] my mom came in, we were poor, but we didn't know we were poor. it was not a class consciousness thing in the 1950s. but my mom came in and said why does mrs. schneider have tattoos on her arm? and that was my first lesson in moral philosophy. that is why i say that those formative years were really four-minute. because embedded deep into who i am, deep into my consciousness, was this moral lesson. here is how my mother, who never graduated from high school were finished sixth grade, i don't think, here is how she told it to m