A short story has come to mind.. I went to check on the children outside one day over the summer and caught Zoe running out of our neighbor's garage out of breath and excited. Before I said anything she said, "They borned a baby, and she is brown, her name is Zoe!" I just giggled at her sweetness and praised God.
My husband and I later wondered if she ever noticed that they were not same color as we were! Perhaps, but she never thought long enough on it to comment. So we came to the conclusion that because momma's babies are not brown, it just surprised her with delight!
I grew up in a very racist area, and much of my life was centered around racism. We moved away from that area, and are happy that there are never discussions at our table pointing at color difference in people. We talk about people, and people are what people are. A color doesn't make someone moral or immoral.
The new president's agenda does not honor God. We want our children to only understand the moral issues of difference in our disapproval. We trust the Lord will allow them to see. And it's a good thing we don't have television, they'd be ruined.