Being White Isn't About PIgment
It's hard for most white people not to think about race in terms of skin pigmentation. I get it. As a child of the 60s, I ingested civil rights ideals with my mother's milk. Oddly enough, my parents were raised by people who used the N-word as casually as they might say, "Hello." And some of their parents participated in genocide during the frontier wars of the American West. I love my family, warts and all. I'm not about to throw them under the bus. My ancestors may have been racists, but they were more than that. Fortunately, the tide began to turn with my generation. We were—I was—taught that skin color didn't matter. Character did. My parents told me that I must never say the N-word, that it was as bad as the F-word. They told me skin color shouldn't matter. Our schools began to be integrated. We were taught that Dr. King was right and racial supremacy was wrong. As a result, things did begin to change, slowly and to a point. They did get better. ...