Black? Skin and White? Skin

Black? Skin and White? Skin

The other day Prudence was helping me with moving books into the new
Bookstore. All of a sudden she asked, "Why do people call us black?
We aren't black we are brown." I agreed with her that she is brown
and I wasn't quite sure why they were called black.

As I continued working and thought about it, I had another idea. I
went over to her, and she was wearing a white top. I put my arm up to
her top. She started to smile real big. I asked her, "Why do people
call us white? We are pink." She laughed in her wonderful laugh and
said, "opposites!" She was meaning that both colors aren't exactly
right.