Dear editor:

I your wide-ranging column in the midweek edition you claim “kids don’t see color until adults get involved.” I will cite an example that I think contradicts your belief.

My daughter was five years old back in 1976 when we moved from Houston to Denver, CO. That was in the “Black is beautiful” era.

One day when I returned home from work, Cindy was not home to greet me. However, a few moments later the front door reopened and she said, “Hi daddy.”

I asked her where she had been. She said she was “playing with my chocolate friend.”

The next day I asked the sole black person at work how I should address that response.

Connie almost died laughing before she said to just let it be.

Sincerely,

Edmond E. Bates Jr.

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