Human diversity, a gift from God: It does not matter the color of your skin

Today @MarcDeMesel presented us with two photographs of his little son. The first one, on noise.cash and the second on Twitter. A beautiful boy of color. I felt some discomfort when I read on my laptop an indiscreet comment from a noiser, who wrote about the color difference between father and son. After a while, when I was with my wife, a Twitter message on my cell phone rang and I saw the notification from Mr. Mesel.

Source: Screenshot from noise.cash (Mickey and Marc)

I didn't read the Tweet right away, as I was checking the TouchPad freeze on my wife's laptop. She is upset and somewhat angry, thinking that the video games that my son installed in it are the causes of the malfunction. When I review it, I suspect that they are bugs that are products of the constant updates of Windows. I rebooted the laptop and set the updates to occur when it's idle, and voila, my wife gave me a wide smile.

Source: Screenshot from Twitter

Now, I was able to satisfy my curiosity and I saw the second photo of the beautiful boy and Marc's comment clarifying that although they do not have the same color, his character is like yours. Well, that's how I interpreted it, I clarify, my mother tongue is Spanish, although my understanding of English is enough to communicate in written form. I also left him a message of what I sincerely think.

This situation made me reflect a lot based on my experience. My father, who passed away in 2011, was light-dark in color, and my mother, who is still living, and I hope God gives her a long life, is white with indigenous features. I am the first-born, my color is very similar to that of Marc's son. On the other hand, my sisters are white, even one is like milk. So, I was the only dark one among my siblings.

During my life, I never felt segregated because of my color. Perhaps because I am a native of Venezuela, a country that opened its borders to many immigrants in the recent past, and miscegenation is accepted without prejudice. However, seeing myself differently at some point in my childhood I wanted to be white. Television and movies influenced the ideal of beauty and success in the 70s. Of course, when I saw my father, my hero, and example, I did not pass more than there, and soon that crazy idea disappeared from my mind. Imagine, changing the color of the skin in the Michael Jackson style with all the repercussions that it brought you.

My wife, milky white with caramel eyes, sometimes complains about not inheriting the azure blue from my mother-in-law. In my case, my children are white like their mother, but whose features are similar to mine.

An anecdote that made my youngest daughter suffer a lot. She looks a lot like me, but in a female version. People used to tell her, "You are identical to your father." She kept quiet and changed her face, until one day she said to my wife, “Mom, I'm not black. Also, my dad is brown.

Now, she is a 23-year-old adult, she laughs when we remember the scene. Although I suspect, perhaps, it is resignation, the crossing of genes and what we eat determine our appearance, but love and family values, who we are as people.

This brings me to the heart of the matter, in the diversity of the human being lies the wealth, and when we are educated to be virtuous and caring, we are heading towards a better world. A world where respect for one another is not affected by skin color, or by your facial features or hair type. We are just the wonderful expression of human diversity that God did not give away.

Diversity does not make us superior or inferior. It doesn't show how adaptive we are; put, if each one could be able to trace their origins in mitochondrial DNA; we would arrive at the same place. In such a way, they would understand the message of the laws of inheritance in their own lives. We are all brothers despite our physical differences.

An original article by @Jnaveda

Cover image by Gerd Altmann on Pixabay 

PS: I hope not to hurt susceptibility by my thoughts, nor to bother Mr. @MarcDeMesel for inspiring me to write this article mixing my own experiences. It will never be my intention.