[Pollster1]

I never cared whether the main character in a good book was Chinese, or Indian (”Native American” as the freaks put it these days), or sub-continent Indian, or black, or green, or even white. I didn’t care if the main character was male or female. The characters I identified were the ones who did brave or exciting things that I wasn’t doing and who thought like I do, not the ones who matched on something peripheral like skin color or genitals.

As a child, I didn’t want to hear about a character’s genitalia in a story, and that still hasn’t changed. Fictional sex is boring. As for skin color, I have always been disgusted by those who obsess over melanin, whether they are white supremacist racists or #BlackLivesMatter racists.

[T-Bone Texan]

“When I realized that “A Pocket for Corduroy” featured a black protagonist I threw the book away and swore I’d never read it to my child ever again”....Said no white person ever, except maybe LBJ.

I write this because I just recently realized that the protagonist in “A Pocket for Corduroy” is black as I was reading the story to my child. I did not throw the book away, and I am confident that the story still resonates with my little Caucasian towhead.

[T-Bone Texan]

"...All of the books that I was reading had white boys and dogs as the main character, and I was pretty sick of it," ..."

Who fills a child's head with such hatred?

Oh, I see it's the rayciss mom Janice.

[T-Bone Texan]

"...Johnson Dias, who holds a Ph.D. in Sociology from Temple University..."

And is thus fully qualified to pull a plow.