Showing posts with label race. Show all posts
Showing posts with label race. Show all posts

Friday, March 12, 2021

Brown Dolls?

Mariah had the feeling that someone was looking at her. Staring at her, in fact. She turned her head. "Hi, Pippa," she said.

"Hi, Mariah," Pippa said, continuing to stare.

"Do you need something?" Mariah asked.

"I think you're very pretty," Pippa said, "and I was wondering why your vinyl is brown. None of the rest of us has brown vinyl."

"It's for the same reason," Mariah explained, "that we're all different. Real children are different from each other, and some real children look like me."

"Do some real children look like me?" Pippa asked.

"Of course," Mariah replied, "and some real children will never grow to be as big as others, even though they will grow, and we don't. You're small because some real children stay small."

"Why do we have to look like real children?" Pippa asked.

Mariah had to think about that. "Well," she began, "I think it's so they can pretend we are real children. We're here to teach them how to look after others and how to be kind and get along with each other."

"We give children a safe way to have dangerous adventures," Mariah continued, "by pretending."

"But," Pippa asked, "why do real children come in different colors?"

Mariah thought for a moment. "Children," she said finally, "usually look a lot like their parents. If both parents have dark skin and brown eyes, then they usually do, too. Human people come in different colors like dogs, cats and cows."

"But why do they come in different colors," Pippa wanted to know. She was not satisfied with Mariah's answer.

Mariah was stumped. That means she wasn't sure she knew how to answer that question. She turned to Mandy. "That's a good question," she said. "Mandy, do you know?"

Mandy knows a lot of things, and if she doesn't know something she knows how to look it up and where to get correct information. "Yes," she said. "I read about it. It's interesting. You see, the first human people all lived in one part of the world. When there got to be a lot of them, some of them moved away to live somewhere else, where there was more food and more room to have a home," she explained. "This happened many times over many thousands of years," she said, "and finally there were people all over the world."

"After many generations (jen-uh-RAY-shuns)," Mandy continued, "(a generation is a like a lifetime), after many generations of being far away from those other human people, their children began to look slightly different from those in other parts of the world in some ways, like skin and eye color, but still very much like the others who lived near them." Mandy moved her glasses to the top of her head. "They were still human people inside, but their outsides started to look different," she explained.

Then Mandy paused and thought for a moment, remembering what she had read. "Human people who lived where there was very little sun gradually had lighter skin, because their bodies needed to take in the sun. Human people who lived where there was lots of sun gradually had darker skin, to protect their skin, because too much sun can be dangerous to real people."

"Are human people like plants, then?" Mariah asked. "Can they use the sun to make their own food?"

"Sort of," Mandy said, "but only a little bit. They need the sun so their bodies can make something called Vitamin D (VITE-a-min D), but they still need to eat, because they need more than just Vitamin D. Too much sun, though, is dangerous. Light-skinned human people, especially those with red hair and freckles, like me, need to be careful, because they can get sunburned if they get too much sun. Sunburn is painful and can damage the skin. That's why they use protective lotions on their skin if they have to be out in the sun more than is good for them."

"This is interesting," Pippa said. "Why do all of us have light-colored vinyl and Mariah has dark brown vinyl? Are there fewer human children in the world who look like Mariah?"

Mariah wanted to know this, too.

"No," Mandy began, "There are lots and lots of human children who look like Mariah, but all of us, including Mariah, were made by a doll company in a country where there used to be only light-skinned people." 

"Today," Mandy continued, "human people go everywhere and can live anywhere, and they can get their Vitamin D from pills, so there are a lot of human people living there who have darker skin, and many who look like Mariah, but still most people there have lighter skin. Some have dark hair and brown eyes, but others have lighter hair and eyes, too, like you, Pippa."

Mariah and Pippa listened carefully. They wanted to remember what they heard.

"Well," Mandy went on, "most of the dolls made by the company that made us look like most of the children who live in their country. The company sold most of their dolls right there, and children like to have dolls who look like them."

"That's true of us, too," Mariah added. "The first year I was here, I asked Santa for a doll that looked like me!"

"Children also like dolls who look different from them," Mandy said, "because differences are interesting, but usually they want a doll who looks at least something like themselves first."

"Doll companies," Mandy explained, "make dolls to sell, not just because they think it's fun. If they can sell more dolls that look like you and me, Pippa, they make more of them."

"That makes Mariah very special," Pippa pointed out. 

"True," Mandy agreed, "but Mariah is very special for other reasons, too, just as you are."

"You know," Mariah said, "if you think about it, everyone in our doll family is special in some different way, but we're all special together, as well. We get to teach things to lots of children, and maybe some grownups, too."

The three dolls thought about that.

"Let's tell The Writer we're glad we're in the stories," Pippa suggested.

Mandy laughed. "I think she knows," she said. "At least she does now."


Cast--
Veronika: Götz Classic Kidz Vroni
Mandy: Götz Happy Kidz Katie 2015
Jolena: Götz Happy Kidz Lena in Aspen
Mariah: Götz Happy Kidz Mariah, "Chosen" from My Doll Best Friend
Pippa: Götz Little Kidz Lotta
Marmalade: Purrrfect Cats from KTL

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Do you have questions or comments for us? Would you like to order an autographed copy of one of our books? You can email us at thedollsstorybook@icloud.com.

Note: No dolls were harmed during production of this blog. All dolls shown are Götz Happy Kidz, Classic Kidz or Little Kidz. If you like these stories and are willing, please make a donation of any amount to St. Jude Children's Research Hospital or any organization that supports pediatric cancer research and treatment. We are not affiliated with St. Jude in any way other than these donations.

"The Doll's Storybook" is not affiliated with Gotz Dolls USA Inc. or Götz Puppenmanufaktur International GmbH.
Watch for the next story each Friday afternoon at 1:00 PM Pacific Time.

Mariah: Stories from The Doll's Storybook, Emil: Stories from The Doll's StorybookClassic Tales Retold: Stories from The Doll's Storybook and Our Favorite Verses: Poems from The Doll's Storybook are available from BookBaby and other booksellers worldwide, such as Amazon and Barnes & Noble
Royalties (net proceeds) go to support pediatric cancer research and treatment. If you don't get free shipping elsewhere, buy from Book Baby. Half of the price goes to charity (specific information available upon request). Autographed copies of all three books are available from the author. (Multiple books to the same address have a discount on shipping.) To inquire, email thedollsstorybook@icloud.com.


Image on Mariah's yellow T-shirt used with permission, from Free To Be Kids, where human-size shirts with this image are available.

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Friday, September 18, 2020

Color-blind

"Then she told me she was color-blind," Mariah said as the girls walked home from school.

"What is color-blind, anyway?" Charlotte asked.


"That's a word," Mariah explained, "for dolls who don't see colors the same way as everyone else. I think they are made that way."

"That's interesting," Charlotte said.

"Yes," Mariah agreed. "I looked it up. Dolls who have red-green color-blindness can't tell the difference between red and green."

"That would make it difficult to pick out your favorite kind of apple," Charlotte said thoughtfully.

"Yes," Mariah agreed. "It could make it hard to pick out your clothes, too.

"Then there is the kind of color-blindness where dolls can't tell the difference between yellow and blue," Mariah explained, as the dolls climbed up the front steps to the house.

"Well," Charlotte said. "At least there are no blue apples, but you could still have a problem picking out your clothes." 

"Just imagine," Mariah said, "if Veronika couldn't tell the difference between red and green or yellow and blue when she was picking colors for a quilt!"

"The quilt could look ugly," Charlotte agreed, "at least to everyone but Veronika. It's a good thing Veronika isn't color-blind."

"Or Billy!" Mariah exclaimed. "Billy would have a terrible time getting his photos to look right."


"There is a test for each kind of color-blindness," Mariah said. "They show you a picture made up of little blobs of the different colors, and you see something in it, like a number or an animal, if you can see those colors."


"Then there are dolls who can't see any color at all," Mariah went on, remembering what she had read. 

"Life would be like a black-and-white movie," Charlotte said, closing the front door.

The girls put their books down on the stairs by the front door and took off their masks.

"It's too bad Lucy is color-blind," Charlotte said with a sigh.

"But she isn't really," Mariah said. "It turns out that that wasn't what she meant at all."

"What did she mean, then?" Charlotte asked, puzzled.

"I asked her about it," Mariah explained. "She said she meant she didn't see color when she looks at me. She meant she doesn't see me as a different color from her other friends."

"But you are!" Charlotte said. "Your vinyl is like a bar of milk chocolate. How could she not see that?"

"I think," Mariah said, "that she was trying to say it didn't matter that I'm Black."

Charlotte looked at Mariah. She thought she looked a little sad. "That bothers you, doesn't it?" she asked her friend.

"Yes," Mariah agreed. "See, if it doesn't matter to her that I am the color I am, then she must think there is something wrong with my color, but she likes me anyway."

"I see what you mean," Charlotte agreed. "You wish she thought it was wonderful that you're Black!" 

Mariah nodded.

Charlotte thought about that for a moment. "But it's wonderful that you're the color of a bar of milk-chocolate," she said. "I remember when Veronika brought you in to meet us when you first came. All I could think of was how beautiful you were!"

"And that was before I knew you," Charlotte went on. "Now that we're best friends, of course, I think you're even more beautiful! I've thought about how I almost didn't meet you! You see, the stories needed you before we knew you, because we didn't have a doll who was a different color," Charlotte explained.

"Real children come in different colors," Charlotte said, "so dolls do, too. Real children read the stories, and they like some of the stories to be about dolls who are like them in some way. If you hadn't been chocolate, you would not have come to live with us. Then I would not have had you as my best friend!"

Mariah knows this, but she was happy to remember back to when she arrived, and how everyone welcomed her. It made her feel good inside. She thought about how the dolls in her family knew all about her. They saw her for who she was and made her feel comfortable. She thought about how they needed her, not just because she was a different color, but because of who she was inside, too. "I'm so glad I got to come to live here," Mariah said. "I'm glad we're best friends."

"You know," Charlotte said thoughtfully, "I think Lucy was trying to be nice. Lucy is my color. I think she does see you the way you are, but she has also seen how some of the other dolls at school picked on you. She knows it was because someone who doesn't know any better told them that they are better than you are just because of the color of their vinyl. I think she was trying to say she doesn't feel that way." 

"Maybe you're right," Mariah agreed. "Lucy and I get along well, and we like a lot of the same things. She's a good friend."

"Yes," Charlotte agreed. "Maybe she just doesn't know how to say what she means, because her experience is different from yours."

"Yes, I can see that," Mariah agreed. "I'm glad I have you to talk things over with, Charlotte," she said. "I feel better now."

"I'm glad to have you to talk things over with, too, Mariah," Charlotte agreed. "It's good to have a best friend." Then Mariah remembered that Charlotte had told her that Rosh Hashanah, one of Charlotte's special holidays, was starting. "Shanah tovah, Charlotte," she said.

"Thank you, Mariah," Charlotte replied. "You're sweet to remember!"


Mariah was quiet for a moment. She was thinking. "I wonder if Emil is color-blind," she said finally. "He said he doesn't know if he sees things the same way we do with his special glasses."

"Let's go show him the test pictures," Charlotte said. "We can find out!"


Cast--
Veronika: Götz Classic Kidz Vroni
Charlotte: Götz Happy Kidz Anna in Paris
Mariah: Götz Happy Kidz Mariah, "Chosen" from My Doll Best Friend
Billy: Götz Happy Kidz Lily at London

You can follow The Doll's Storybook here.
Do you have questions or comments for us? Would you like to order an autographed copy of one of our books? You can email us at thedollsstorybook@icloud.com.

Note: No dolls were harmed during production of this blog. All dolls shown are Götz Happy Kidz, Classic Kidz or Little Kidz. If you like these stories and are willing, please make a donation of any amount to St. Jude Children's Research Hospital or any organization that supports pediatric cancer research and treatment. We are not affiliated with St. Jude in any way other than these donations.

"The Doll's Storybook" is not affiliated with Gotz Dolls USA Inc. or Götz Puppenmanufaktur International GmbH.
Watch for the next story each Friday afternoon at 1:00 PM Pacific Time.

Mariah: Stories from The Doll's Storybook, Emil: Stories from The Doll's StorybookClassic Tales Retold: Stories from The Doll's Storybook, Our Favorite Verses: Poems from The Doll's Storybook and More Classic Tales Untold: Stories from The Doll's Storybook are available from BookBaby and other booksellers worldwide, such as Amazon and Barnes & Noble
Royalties (net proceeds) go to support pediatric cancer research and treatment. If you don't get free shipping elsewhere, buy from Book Baby. Half of the price goes to charity (specific information available upon request). Autographed copies of all three books are available from the author. (Multiple books to the same address have a discount on shipping.) To inquire, email thedollsstorybook@icloud.com.

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