I agree. Where do we drawl those lines?
When I was little I loved coloring books. I had one for every Disney movie, and one for every fairy tale. I would color the dresses and the pants and shirts with wild abandon. I had a giant box of Crayolas – you know the kind – the ones with every color of the rainbow.
But I never colored in the faces of the people. I never colored in their hands and legs and feet. I didn’t because all of them were white like the paper. White was the de facto color. It was – I thought – transparent.
I know now that I was wrong. Today, I am committed to equality of representation of people of color in literature and to greater visibility for writers of color. But what does that commitment mean? Or to put it more bluntly, what good does it do…
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