A Pigment Of The Imagination

If you could give all people the same skin color, not a single race will disappear from our planet. The differences between us are for too great. It is almost as if we evolved on different planets and were all put together as part of some bizarre experiment.

But what is race? If you dress a Frenchman and a German in identical American suits you will not be able to tell who is what. They are of different nationalities but of the same race. Now you dress a Chinese man and an Englishman in the same suits and you will immediately know they are from different races; even if the Chinese man was born in England.

The country of your birth does not determine your race, only your nationality.

I was born in Africa and my family have been here for more than 350 years. I am still not an African. While I may have some African and Malaysian blood in my veins, it is too little and too far back. I am European, no matter how you look at me.

There are many nations in Africa. The people from Ghana may look very similar to Nigerians and may differ somewhat from the Xhosa people of South Africa but they have much more in common as a race than what separates them.

Indians and Pakistanis are Asians but they look very much different than the Japanese. Are they of the same race? I think not. What about the native people of Australia, New Zealand and America; where do they fit into the picture?

I can go on like this for hours but it will serve no purpose.

What is for certain is that the color of your skin is only one very small characteristic of your race. The main components peculiar to your race is above your shoulders.

You cannot tell race by looking at a person’s hands, feet, genitals or any other body part but show your face and we will immediately know what you are.


May you have a colorful day.