"Dad, are Muslims our enemies?" I dropped my book on my lap and looked up with my best WTF look on my face. My 8-year-old son was standing in the front of me, his hands on his hips. "Why do you ask that?" I said. He frowned, "We have this guy Altaf in our class and everyone says he is our enemy because he is a Muslim. No one sits with him anymore and we are going to beat him up tomorrow in the recess."