Race can often be a touchy subject, but as a biracial person, I often feel like I have a certain level of immunity when it comes to this subject. I don’t, in truth. If anything, I probably have more responsibility than the average person to handle this subject well.
PRESSURE.
(Good thing pressure generally just makes me more stubborn.)
Today, I don’t have a long, deep thesis about race to share with you. I just want to say that colors are beautiful, and there’s nothing wrong with acknowledging our differences. As my young sister (adopted from Guatemala) seems to already have learned:
Other than entertaining me for that morning (her night is my morning), my sister’s message made me glad that she’s growing up in an era where dolls, emoticons, and storybooks are racially diverse. It makes a difference being able to do a virtual high five with a hand that is actually your skin color. It really does.
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