Are My Children Racist?

The idea of race is a fig­ment of our imag­i­na­tion. Sci­en­tists rec­og­nize it as a social con­struc­tion rather than a bio­log­i­cal one, yet few peo­ple ques­tion its exis­tence. Like choco­late, peo­ple range in hue from shades of dark choco­late, to milk choco­late, to white choco­late, but any choco­late lover appre­ci­ates them all. God set us in var­i­ous parts of the world where the sun’s rays shine a lit­tle dif­fer­ent­ly but are glo­ri­ous nonethe­less, and then he appro­pri­at­ed our skin tones to accom­mo­date such. Race des­ig­na­tions are mere­ly a way to divide an oth­er­wise undi­vid­ed human race, so you can imag­ine my shock and dis­ap­proval when I found out my chil­dren are racist.