We are not our skin color. Humanity comes in many hues. Being white makes me wrong. My mother was a year old when she and my grandma came to America. My parents divorced when I was one and all I know of him is some family names. I was raised by a man who despised wasting his hard earned income on another man's spawn and was taught by teachers and classmates that I am bad because my skin is evil. One thing I would say to the bullies was that my dirty freckles they hated so much were my dark skinned ancestors pushing their way through my nasty white skin. Oh, they hated that so much. I hate my skin, too. All the DNA tests over the years has been an attempt to figure out who I am other than an evil white human. The world is overrun by hate because all anyone cares about is what people look like. (at Planet Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA-ZM8SAZkK/?igshid=ssh4ejypqroz