We got to fill out a new form. It asks what race we are. It’s a multiple choice question. Some of the possible answers are obvious. White, black. Okay. White. Some are a little trickier. Caucasian. What? I already said okay to White. Now I have to choose between White and Caucasian? I expressed my concern to the nurse taking the survey. She said “what about me? I looked at her and declared she was really really white, so I must be caucasian. She said “No. What do I put for my child? I’m white and her father is black.”
I was thrilled. Finally, here is a person who can answer my question. I asked it. “Why is President Obama Black?” He has a black father, a white mother. Why is 50% black black? Why isn’t 50% white white?
I was disappointed. She didn’t know the answer. She says she thinks her daughter is a nice mixture. Her daughter’s father thinks she’s black.
What box is she going to check for her daughter? All of them. Why is President Obama black? I don’t know.
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