I had a beautiful thing happen to me when I was in Jr. High. We had a blind kid, Mark, in our school. Mark lost his vision around 2 years old. We were BSing during lunch and civil rights (big issue in the 60s) came up. Back then it was OK, sorta, to be racist. Mark chimed into the conversation with "I don't remember color. People are just voices to me. I just listen to the voices." I've tried to go through life "just listening to the voices" and not paying a bit of attention to skin tones. And anyway, race boils down to a question like this- which is the better dog, black Labs, yellow Labs or chocolate Labs. The answer is that coat color doesn't make a bit of difference in how good a dog is, just like skin color does not affect what kind of person someone is. Assh*les and saints come in all colors.