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The very same birthright that has conditioned me to exceed my dreams can now have me killed. I'm a father of four daughters and a husband, among many other personal and professional responsibilities. I am now earnestly afraid for my life in a way that I have never been in my life previously.
I always respond with the line that people are like dogs -- we are all the same species but we have different fur colours and no colour is actually better than the other: it just is. And since the two eldest are animal obsessed, this all makes sense to them. Then sometime last summer my seven-year-old son (who always identifies himself as brown like daddy) started telling me how he wanted "yellow" hair because it was better. Maybe it sounds overdramatic but I actually wanted to cry -- I just couldn't bear the idea that despite all the changes, a little brown boy or girl would automatically think that it was better to be the blonde, blue-eyed guy (or girl).