When we are embarrassed or spend time in the sun, we turn red.
When we're sick, we turn yellow or green or worse.
When we're sad, we're blue.
In deep grief or illness, we go grey.
And we have the unmitigated ego to call OTHER people colored...
(This is a horrible paraphrase of someone else's writing that I read a long time ago. Senility prevents me from remembering whose, or phrasing it more closely to the original.)
Being "white" is sort of like being "American". In all but the narrowest circles, it's as much (or more) a source of scorn or resentment as pride. I'm a multicolored, technicolor, freckle-nosed pale wench with a deep appreciation for the fact that not everyone else looks/acts/feels like I do. :biggrin1:
How 'bout you?