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I love our United Colors of Benetton interracial family. I love how we each live Michael Jackson’s principal “I won’t spend my life being a color.” And I knew we’d have to face our fair share of race issues as the kids grew up–issues people outside our family impose on us. Guess that time has started.

One of our kids has been brutally picked on this school year. We are in a new school–a great school that’s also predominantly black. We figure the animus is triggered by jealousy–our kid is doing great academically.

But today our child found out the ring leader of the meanness is targeting our child because “s/he’s white.” Our child told the informant, “What do you mean? I’m half black!” To which the informant responded “No, you’re not. You’re white.”

And so it begins.