Back in school, in anthropology class, it was a given that Cro-Magnon man emerged one day from a cave sporting blue eyes and a mane of golden hair billowing in a sweet breeze. We promptly fell in love with whiteness! All over again. White nuns as teachers. White Hollywood. White comics. White poetry. English everything. To the point where my parents scoffed at our own language and it’s marvelous cornucopia of literature. I blush.

I was 11 years old and yes, education in my country was superior to anything I see here in usa in elementary school. Colorist but better. Lol.

What I now find absolutely special about my education is the fact that I was exposed to mosques, calls to prayer, churches, hymns and madrigals, temple rites and ancient histories of every shape and hue. So it wasn’t all bad! And it makes me sad it’s a legacy my children were deprived of.