Child: What race am I?

Father: There’s no such thing as race, child. There is only the human race.

Child: Well, why don’t I look like you or mommy?

Father: Well, there are differences in color which some like to call race.

Child: Why am I of a different color than you or mommy?

Father: Well, you are actually like both of us. You have both colors, honey.

Child: But you don’t have both colors, only one? Neither does mommy?

Father: Well we all have multiple colors, some more or less than others.

Child: But your daddy and grandpa and great grandpa have your degree. Same with mommy’s.

Father: Well, that’s because they married…um…people with the same degree as theirs.

Child: Why didn’t they marry like you and mommy did? Did you do something different?

Father: Yes, well, no, I mean… Yes. Everyone’s marriage is like mine with mommy, just different in degree, honey.

Child: But they all had kids that looked like them. You didn’t.

Father: Well, yes we did something a bit different.

Child: So, am I like my relatives, or a bit different from them?

Just accept it, Dad.  You’re nothing like your ancestors, and you can’t fool your kids.Your ancestors despised your actions and soon will your own kids.  They will either choose you or mom as their racial identity, thus denying your unitarian dreams. Or perhaps they will be uniquely brave and continue the mulatto principle a few generations, striving toward what would be, if your principle were universalized, a coffee-colored eschaton.

You hate your own race by actions which would erase it were such actions ever legislated or universalized. At the same time your realize your supremacy over other races as you seek to stamp out your spouse’s too.

Good luck explaining to your kids how God appointed national (racial) lines in Deuteronomy 32:8 and Acts 17.