The national reckoning with racism that transpired over the summer left many with a more acute awareness of how our racial differences impact how we are treated and experience the world. For me, this wasn’t really relevant because I was raised to be colorblind and treat everyone exactly the same, and personally, I think we should all just do that. No matter what anyone says, I just don’t see race, but I do see the sun baby from the Teletubbies whenever I look at the sky.
Enabling a society obsessed with “cultural appropriation” and everyone staying in their narrow, predetermined lane just makes me sad! What would the world be like if we acknowledged that we’re all one race: the human race? Tinky-Winky, Dipsy, Laa Laa, and Po are all different colors but I wouldn’t really say they’re different “races” – not sure though! Anyway, I think of them because every time I step outside I’m met face to face with the omniscient, cooing sun baby laughing uncontrollably while it gazes down on me with its knowing blue eyes. Does everyone else see this? It is starting to have a negative impact on my life.
My declarations of racial color blindness have been met with some resistance over the years, but I would just ask my challengers to be mindful of the fact that I came of racial consciousness in the 90s when this was a thing among other white people, and I’m not interested in learning or changing. What would I change? Well, first I would make everyone colorblind like me, and then I would permanently close the watchful eyes of the deranged and power-drunk sun babe who surveys my every moment from dawn till dusk.
If I were racist, would I have such an antagonistic relationship with a white infant sun god?
Some people will say, “What’s wrong with you?” and the answer is that my politics are based on “Imagine” by John Lennon. Then they’ll say, “No, not the race thing, the fact that you see the Teletubbies sun baby in the sky every day?” and to that, I say please help me.
So next time someone says they don’t see race, don’t be so quick to jump down their throat. Maybe they just see the world a little differently from you, or maybe they haven’t had time to think about it because they’re plagued by haunting visions of an unhinged and massive sky baby as conceived by a trippy children’s television program. In a way, this experience is racism against me. Thank you.
