I grew up feeling people didn't look at skin color.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
I do not believe that the colour of one's skin determines whether you are disadvantaged.
My parents raised me to not ever look at race or color, so it doesn't have a big part in my self-identity.
People don't associate red hair, pale skin, and freckles with beauty.
Many people who voted for Mr. Obama in the last election did so based on skin color.
I come from an interracial family: My father is from Nigeria, and so he is African-American, and my mother is American and white, so I rarely see skin color. It's never an issue for me.
We were raised very colour blind. I had gone to school and to camp for so long with white people, I think I was like 15 years old before I realised I was black.
I cannot imagine what it must feel like to be treated differently because of the color of my skin.
Being the only non-Black was a unique experience. After a few weeks, you're not aware of skin color differences. You see the color; you're not blind, but it doesn't matter. You see the human being first.
As far back as I can remember, I knew there was something wrong with our way of life when people could be mistreated because of the color of their skin.