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61 May ,  My six-year-old daughter tells me when she grows up she’s going to be White. As I flip through a magazine, she sees a picture of a White lady in a bathing suit, see, I want to be big and white like her. Um, brown is okay, she says, sweeping her tiny hand at her brown legs, but I want to be White when I get big. In the tub playing with Barbie dolls, she shakes the blonde, pale skinned one, you’re beautiful. She shakes the brown one, a gift from me, and you’re ugly. Coming out of the bath, her face a rose brown, her eyes questioning, anxious, mom, is my face just a little white? ...

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