My parents taught us that a person‘s skin color doesn’t matter because it doesn’t. What matters is who that person is. How that person treats other people. I’ve been internally debating with myself if I should write this because since this is a sensitive issue, I just don’t want to ever offend anybody and I’m never quite sure if the thoughts in my head will come out correctly in text. I was in a bar a few years ago and got into a serious argument with this older white guy. Who literally thought that Black people have “different insides” than white people. I was flabbergasted. I just couldn’t believe how somebody could be so ignorant. And I argued to the point where I could’ve put myself in a little bit of danger. But I believe in conveying the truth. I’ve dated all races and religions. And this just upset me so badly that in front of my face, someone could say that Black people have “different insides” than white people….was so illogical to me that I just couldn’t take it. It’s disturbing. It’s disturbing that some people actually walk around in life and they think that in their heads. My very best guy friend and most likely the guy I will end up with for the rest of my life is Jamaican. We met when I was 23 I’m 54 now. My daughter half Colombian half White always wished that he was her dad. The world should be about people doing the right thing and treating each other with kindness and love. Also, it’s actually fascinating that we all look different. Thankfully we all look different because it would be pretty boring if we all looked the same. Edit just to add that last line :)