Let me walk you through one of childhood’s greatest nightmares. Wait! Before you move to a new article, that was just me being dramatic. Kind of. This nightmare was kickball. Or playground sports in general. Remember that age-old tradition of the two (usually self-appointed) captains having to pick their players? One-by-one we would line up to be assessed on our …
Racial Colorblindness from a Color Blind Man’s Eyes
My mom cried when I showed her a picture of the way I see colors. It is indeed a sad reality when I stop to think about it.
Here is my bone to pick with the idea of being racially colorblind: that reality is extremely unfortunate.
Why would you want to settle for only 25% of the beauty in the world? Why would you want to limit your experience of humanity and creation to just a quarter of what is possible?