Bi-racial child with blonde curls, riding on his white, blonde mother's shoulders, coming down the street--

I watched you from my car, pitying you-- projecting emotional hurt and rejection in your future, regreting your having to pay for the decisions made by two afults of different cultures,

Different Cultures? Not really. How truly different are multiple generation Americans?

If it weren't for the one physical trait of skin coloring, there would be little to no real differences.

"Cultural differences" will not give you the trouble, "People" will. People who think you are less and who feel that to slight you is their moral right.

HOW CAN IT BE RIGHT TO HURT A CHILD?
IT CAN'T.

You are a beautiful, bright, healthy child-- full of potential with every right to any opportunity life affords for you are alive and well at this time and place. It is your turn. You are to be celebrated like any other being on this planet. My pity belongs to those adults who do not see you in this way.

Let ideas be debated, let doctrines be taught, minds influenced, and what is good and fair strived for. But let children be loved, and judged by merit if judged at all-- even by actions-- but NEVER by something as trivial as physical traits.

I wish the world would feel this way. I wish I would always feel this way, for the world, my world, begins with ME.

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