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Black Can Be Someone’s Favorite
Black is to be revered not feared
“Your shirt is evil! Your shirt is evil,” my little nephews and nieces yelled, pointing at my black t-shirt.
“Uhm okay. What are you guys up to?” I asked as I walked towards them to see what the fuss was about. They were looking at a textbook and they pointed to the color chart and the meaning of the colors. One of the meanings listed for black was evil. They were working extra hard to wrap their minds around this new knowledge.
From the look on their little faces, they were so surprised that I would wear a color that was evil. If black meant evil, why would anybody use, buy, or wear anything black? They were confused.
“What’s your favorite color, Auntie?” My niece asked.
“Black and purple,” I said.
“Auntie, black can’t be your favorite color. Black is evil!” she cried pointing at the chart.
My daughter was there too. She was in deep thought about what she’d just learned.
“Mommy, I’m black. Does that mean I’m evil?” she broke her silence.
Her cousins gasped in terror, staring at each other’s skin as if they hadn’t ever thought about it. Right then, I felt the responsibility. I was witnessing these little children form their beliefs…
