I am familiar with this experiment and have watched it a number of times over the years, yet watching it again still stirred feelings of angst and sadness. The very first time years ago when I first became aware of the experiment the focus was on the lesson Ms. Elliott was teaching, putting myself in the shoes of learner - detached from the actual students in the class. The intention was to learn. Later on when I was an educator and I watched the video, I put myself in the role of Ms. Elliott with the bias she was utilizing a methodology that would certainly get the expectations of learning embedded. I admired her courage, appreciated that both groups experienced the pain of being the 'other'. She had a strong classroom rapport with the students without it I think the experiment would have gone awry. Today as I watched, my focus was on the children - the expression on their faces, the change in their demeanour. This group of young people had a teacher who was facilitating the learning so they would come out with a shift that would move the community forward. And I wonder, what kind of conversations did they have with their families when they went home? What I pondered as I watched, what about all the children that live this experience everyday and no one is facilitating the feelings and the learning for them. Who will debrief and teach the children, so they see the beauty in each other?