Miriam Lilian D Or writes: I remember as a kid I got in trouble for not wanting to play with a black doll. I don’t know why I had a black doll, but I was forced to play with it until I accepted it. I ended up non-racist thanks to that. As the saying goes, “Teach them young”. Between you and me though, I never saw the doll as “my” baby.
* Nothing depresses me more than to see the weak white people in racing, maybe they should do separate racial racing to give white people a chance., something like “white only racing”. For a moment, I thought this lonely white woman had a chance, but she ended up in like 6th place. I don’t know why she was crying at the end- was she really surprised she would lose?
