My friends are all different colours. My best friend is Rocky. He is black and one of the smartest, coolest, kindest, funniest people I know. Gemma is dark skinned. I am pinkish, with green eyes. There used to be a kid at the orphanage who had red hair and lots of freckles.
What matters is that we are all kind to each other. Thinking that another person is less because of the colour of their skin or because their accent is different is a horrible way to think. Lets face it, racism is just backward. Rocky and me and Gemma and all my friends are really shocked that racism still exists because it’s so obviously wrong.
Here is a picture of Rocky and me chatting. It is from the Ukrainian edition of Molly Moon’s Incredible Book of Hypnotism.. the artist is Marina Puzyrenko. I am not sure whether Marina is black, white, green, blue. Rocky and I don’t care. She’s a great artist.
Lots of love,
… and Rocky says hello too!