Whenever someone says “I don’t see color,” I think back to a time when I didn’t notice it either.
I was a little girl, excited to open Christmas gifts. One Christmas Eve, my parents were wrapping presents while I pretended to be asleep. I peeked through their cracked door as they pulled a life-size Kelly doll out of a box that had shipped earlier that day.
It was exactly what I’d asked for, and I was ecstatic – but my parents weren’t pleased. Apparently, this wasn’t the doll they’d meant to order.
This doll was white.
I’d never noticed before that my dolls were a different color from the ones shown in commercials. I understand now that my parents only bought me dolls of color so that I could play with something that looked like me. I understand that they wanted to raise me in a pro-black household where I could love my complexion. But back then, I didn’t care about any of that – I simply wanted the Kelly doll, no matter what color… Read more at Everyday Feminism.
Photo courtesy of Mirko Tobias Schäfer via Flckr.
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